Do you remember like I do; does it even matter?

The feeling of you will never cease to amaze me. Despite all the bad things that found their way between us and finally managed to divide us, all I have to do is drive past Memorial Park and I remember the smile you wore when you waited for me five years ago. I remember the anger you wore when all of this fell apart and I remember all the tears that stained your face when we whispered all of those things into the darkness that we could never quite manage to say without the blanket of night covering us, as if it mightn't hurt quite so much if the sun couldn't sober us.  
I was with someone for two years after you, and I didn't even begin to feel an ounce of what I felt for you. And the single thing that scares me most in this world is that I may never feel the way I felt about you ever again.