What do you think will happen to memories when you’re gone?
Do you think somebody will look at a notebook only to find themselves scribbling your name? Do you think they will look up in the sky, and ask themselves if you are watching up above?
What do you think would happen? Will the world still revolves around and how time heals all wounds? Do you think they will look at flowers only to be reminded of which one you like the most?
Do you think they will still remember you? And the way your smile formed each time the words ‘I love you’ slipped of your lips? Do you think they’ll look at your pictures, imagining how it’d still be like if you are still here?
Or maybe, just maybe you would wanted them to forget you?
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