i still remember knowing you.

i haven’t seen you at all today and at this point i’m probably not going to.

it hurts more than it should.

we don’t

talk much anyway but somehow

it doesn’t matter because being around you is almost like sunshine.

not that you are a sunny person, but

when i’m with you my thoughts turn

blurry, as if melted by your warmth, my brain turns

fuzzy and my thoughts become

slow.

you are comfort.

it’s

hard to imagine that there will be a time when i

won’t bother imagining anymore

but i know such a time exists.

i mean, i’ll forget eventually, won’t i?

forget what this feeling feels like, what this feeling

felt like.

i can already feel it going, going--

and just like you, it's

gone.

is this the start of the rest of my life or the end of it?

the end comes when i let myself

stop feeling things when i

let myself keep forgetting that

the things we remember are not the only important things and the

things we forget are the things that used to matter to us

once upon a memory.