Last night I almost forgot your name, and the way your lips felt pressed against my own. I started to forget the way your name seemed to taste rolling off of my tongue; sweet, passionate, and lovely. I forgot what it was like to be held in your warm embrace, and how everything seemed to melt away. I forgot the way it felt when you'd whisper my name; the butterflies only your voice could evoke. I seemed to forget the lies that you told; the ones that made my blood run cold. I started to forget your constant trysts with other women; the ones you told me didn't mean anything because you loved me. This was a truly foolish thing to say; yet I forgot that I deserved better than you.