Short Stories

Remember

Remember me, will you? 

I was always there for you. At one point, you considered me your only friend. And really, that went miles.

I was there. I know I got on your nerves a lot, and sometimes I made you cry, but I was always there. You may not have noticed, but I was.

I have to go now, and I'm sorry. Honestly though, I think it's your fault. If you didn't fight me so much... I don't know what would've happen. Maybe you would've left instead? Maybe we'd still be together?

I really don't know. All I know is that, well, I'll be gone and you probably won't see me again. You'll move on and I'll be a buried memory. But please don't forget me. Our time together was iconic. We went through so much together. When your father... when he left. Every birthday you've had since you were nine. When your date stood you up for prom. And for mini golf. And for the movies. I was there for you when you had your first kiss- finally. I was there when your mother got remarried. I was there when your dog died. And your cat. I was there when you met your current best friend. And I was there when you talked for hours to your sister. And I was there when your sister died a few weeks later from cancer. 

I was there for everything. So please, don't forget me. If anything, at least remember my name. 

Because who knows? Maybe we'll meet again.

-Depression