4x1,789

I don't remember the first time I went to Washington or what happened on my 7th birthday.

I don't remember how many times I begged him to cu his hair or when I first fell in love with flannel.

I don't remember people's names from elementary or my favorite Hannah Montana song.

I don't remember my 4 times tables and I sure as hell don't remember anything from 11th grade math.

I don't remember why I was afraid of my dog or why I liked that kid in 8th grade.

I don't remember my Dad's birthday or a deadline until it's the day of.

I don't remember the 206 bones in my body

but I do remember the day I thought they all broke.

I remember wearing the same outfit for a week and falling in love with watery blue eyes I hadn't seen since 6th grade.

I remember my last sunset with my brother and all the 517 days in-between.

I don't remember a lot but there's somethings you just can't forget like how seeing your best friend cry is the equivalent of feeling a hurricane in your heart.

and how 4x8 or 4x9 or 4x1,789 will never matter.