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You will forget me. It is not betraying one's promises or trust. It is a simple inevitability. A truth colder than November. I fill in the blank sometimes because you already begun to forget.

You remember my laugh but not the reasons of my laughter. You remember my name but you don't remember how you say it differently. You remember that I exist. That we had it best. That we spent years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds building that relationship. But you're forgetting everything like what bringing us together, what driving us apart and everything that's happening in between. 

You're forgetting what it is like to hold my hand. You're forgetting what it's like to trust me, to believe in me, to need me. You're forgetting what it's like to think that you'd never forget any of it.

The conversation usually ends with that uncomfortable silence that is hard to fill. The gifts had turned into object who's saving grace is their monetary values. No meaning and  all function. There are photographs  but we are not the people in them anymore. Whoever sitting next to me, well that's not you anymore.

You will forget me. Like a season that will just pass by. You will forget me where it counts, like in the morning, in the evening where stars shine so bright, like in the moments when everything is so special. You will forget me in those places and moments because you already begun to forget.


                                                                                                                                                     -You Will Forget Me