Everything I Forgot
People forget about a lot of things. I don't know if they purposely mean to forget it, but they do. It hurts. It hurts so bitterly, so much, it hurts to the point where people suffocate on their tears in their bathroom, dry heaving and sick to their stomach, it hurts deep. Some people go and kill themselves because other people forget because they just don't care.
Hate me all you want, just please don't forget about me. Please, please don't forget about me.
And I don't know if you still care, but I forgot things about you. And I'm damn sorry I did. But I did. I forgot things about you. I have so much nerve asking you not to forget me when I've forgotten more about you. I don't know how, how I forgot things about my first and probably only love, but I forgot things about you. There's so much I forgot.
In which where a person, not too unlike you yourself and myself, reflect on their past relationship, their first relationship, their first love, and, so far, their only love.
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Book 1 in the "Everything" series