Remember everything. 

Remember the way that this persons face looks, the way his face has the downward curve of his dimples.

Remember that when he smiles, his eyes crinkle and shine a little brighter than when his face is blank.

Remember that the way that he has this moment when he hears music that he can't sit still, and his attention all is streamed into his fingers.

Remember all the different ways that he told you that your eyes are beautiful.

Remember that when you look at him, that eye contact isn't your biggest fear anymore.

All of these things that I will more than likely remember, are the things that continue to kill me, and help me lose my train of thought maybe 

 it is just a brief moment and he will walk away like everyone else will.

With my memory, there is no telling the different things that will stick like post-it notes. 

Colors of blue make me sob, and minor notes in music continue to pressure my brain to feel something.

I cannot explain the compassion and sensitivity that I feel in my heart, but I am not an average individual. 

The day that I was born until the day that I die, I will never be average.