There's a girl I used to like a lot. Her name was Amanda. She was on drugs a lot and a very delusional person but I loved that about her. She was beautiful and she was funny and she was good at heart. We were good friends two years ago. Last year I texted her and she remembered me... barely. We talked and it was good. I said goodbye thinking I would text her again. I didn't. Weeks past and I decided to just drop it. After all, if she barely remembered me then, who's to say my name will mean anything to her then. I messaged her today. Reminded her who I was and that I missed her. She said she didn't know who I am. She said she didn't remember me. I remember her. Every detail. I remember her smile, I remember her hypochondria, I remember her crazy magnificent stories. I remember everything. For those of you whom know me, you know I only do this to people important to me. I only remember every last detail of people who I think will be there for me forever. People I can trust to hold me up. She didn't even remember my name. Maybe our time together was the greatest story ever told. But that's all it was and shall ever be. A story.
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