The curse of being a writer is remembering everything about a certain someone with passion, their favorite books, their favorite drink, the way they liked their coffee, the way they smile, the way they smell, the way their skin feels on the writer's touch---, from their dog's name and to the name of their mother--- the conversations, the fights, the silly jokes, the tears, the insignificant dates, the way they made the writer feel--- everything.
But who remembers the writer?
