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I'm not going to think about the way he smellt.
I'm not going to think about how we used to stand near the school while at the same time our hands, feet and faces were freezing.
I'm not going to think about how he liked pizza.
I'm not going to think about the times he brought me a flower.
I'm not going to think about the way he looked.
I'm not going to think about the way he hug me.
I'm not going to think about how he used to annoy me while singing various stupid songs.
I'm not going to think about how he didn't like the silence.
I'm not going to think about how he hate history.
I'm not going to think about how he enjoyed the rain while walking down the streets barefoot.
I'm not going to think about his tangled hair in the morning.
I'm not going to think about the times he realised that I was going to cry.
I'm not going to think about how it sometimes felt like we were only two people on Earth.
I'm not going to think about how he sometimes overslept our dates.
I'm not going to think about how he used to dance during parties.
I'm not going to think about the time he first time said he loved me.
I'm not going to think about how he adore ice-cream.
I'm not going to think about the way he always held my hand.
I'm not going to think about how we once made a deal, that he won't smoke anymore, but he did, anyway.
I'm not going to think about the times he said I'm beautiful.
I'm not going to think about our foolish arguments.
I'm not going to think about all the songs that we liked.
I'm not going to think about how he loved the spring.
I'm not going to think about the time I told him a lie about the helicopter in my flat's yard.
I'm not going to thing about the time I was sleeping on his knees, while he was looking at me all the time.
I'm not going to think about the times he used to wait me for ages cuz I had never had what to clothe.
I'm not going to think about the way he looked at me.
I'm not going to think about how he sometimes used to tweak my hips.
I'm not going to think about the windowsill  where we used to kiss often.
I'm not going to think about the time I draw a picture  on his left foot.
I'm not going to think about how he annoyed me while having long conversations on phone with my best friends at nights.
I'm not going to think about his big blue eyes.
I'm not going to think about how we used to walk around our town for hours.
I'm not going to think about how our goodbyes occured.
I'm not going to think about him.