Forgetting Everything

p r o l o g u e

I remember. I remember when I cried, when I laughed and when I wasn't myself.

I remember when I fell and she helped me up. I remember how she was always with me, when all the troubles came. When my parents divorced, when my dog died, she was always there. Always beside me.

But she left. She left when I needed her the most. When I depended on her. When I wanted her. I didn't know why. I changed myself. I tried talking to her. I tried to prove myself and show her I was the person who had once been called 'friend'.

But she didn't come back. She didn't notice me. She probably doesn't even know I exist anymore. She must hate me. She doesn't even talk to me. Not a glance, not a word does she speak.

Only to her friends. And I was one of them. But now I'm not.

I've given up on her. I've confronted her once, but she avoided the subject and left. Left me in pieces like I was before.

And then that happened. I visited her many times and prayed for her to be okay. But she continued to act like she did not know me. But it might not have been an act, per say. She really did not know me. She really did not know who I was.

And to this day, she continues forgetting everything.