Remember Me

Remember Me

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London Ynarez --- I was twenty-two. Fresh out of college, full of dreams, and desperate to see the world. I wanted New York. Europe. The kind of places that would make me lose my way, make me cry, make me feel alive. Maybe I'd stay in New York for a year, maybe three. I wanted to work three jobs at once, have my own tiny apartment with city lights that never sleep, adopt a dog and complain because I couldn't take care of it. He wanted to settle down. I wanted to live. I asked him to wait. I told him maybe in a year, maybe in two, we could talk about us again. Selfish? Probably. But part of me hoped that when I was finally ready, he'd still be there - still mine. But he moved on. He found someone else. And someday, he's going to remember me - how much I loved him. And when that happens... I'll hate myself for letting him go. Start: October 26, 2025 End:
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#1 enough #1 notenough #3 in lifelessons #15 relatable "They say you regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did do in life," I whisper, glad that I can still form a coherent sentence with him so abnormally close to me. I would barely have to extend my arm halfway to touch him. I become painstakingly aware of every movement, watching his dark eyelashes flutter with every blink. He moves impossibly closer, eyes still concentrated on my lips. I swallow anxiously, forgetting how to breathe. "Well thank fuck for that," he mutters, before a hand against the back of my neck pulls us together. --- Never put effort into anything, I told myself. It will never help you. It will never beat those around you. You will never be competition for those geniuses. You will never be wanted by anyone in your life because there's always someone better than you. You will never amount to anything. You will never be good enough. I will never be good enough. And then I met Slater. Began: 2nd September 2016 Completed: 9th April 2018 (+585 days)

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