Is it wrong to reminisce?

I remember the first time we met in the cafe.
I remember your first comment on my blog.
I remember our first MSN messages.
I remember our first phone call.
I remember our first 'date' - well, so called.
I remember our first real date.
I remember our first kiss.
I remember you consoling me when I was down.
I remember when you turned up in front of my house with flowers. 

I remember when we finally became "defined".

I remember when you brought me home to see your mom.
I remember when you took me to the airport to pick your dad up.
I remember staying up during all the late night calls.
I remember when you 'moved in 'unintentially'.
I remember you hanging out with my family.
I remember you being at my graduation - holding my hand, smiling proud.

I remember when we finally got our own place.
I remember all the shopping trips, furnishing our "home".
I remember my car accident - and how you helped me through the trauma after.
I remember us making the decision to get our boy, Remy.
I remember the start of our little family.
I remember being a part of your family. 

I remember all our holidays - my first time sailing, my first time on the snow.
My first time on the golf course, my first trip to the zoo.
My first, our first. From doing everything, to absolutely nothing.
I remember our arguments - and the patching up after. 

I remember your silly randomness that never fails to carve a smile on my face.
I remember the "I love you's"
I remember the holding hands, smiling through each other's hearts.
I remember the talking about the wedding.
I remember the ring browsing.
I remember my chubby faced prince charming.

I remember how my world crashed when you told me that morning.
I remember I lost everything, when you walked out that evening.