"Yeah, you could kiss like fire and you made me feel
like every word you said was meant to be.
No, it couldn't have been that easy to forget about me."
"When you close your eyes, do you dream about me?"
One of my biggest fears is being forgotten.
If forced to perform a psychoanalysis (which I am in no way qualified to do), I suppose I'd say that it's my insecurities that make me care whether or not I cross the minds of people who are no longer a part of my life. Whatever the reason, I do it, and I do it constantly.
You name the people from my past, I wonder if they wonder about me.
I guess I feel like if people don't think about the people from their past, it's almost as if the time spent with those people never existed. And if that's the case, how sad is that? How sad is it to think that Somebody could spend hoursdaysweeksmonthsyears with Someone, and then one day Someone will cease to exist to Somebody? How sad is it that the
sweetly awkward moments
will one day be lost to one, if not both, or all, parties?
I (begrudgingly) accept that relationships don't last forever. But memories should. Because, really, in the end aren't memories all we have?
If we aren't
remembered, did we
matter at all?