Don't Forget About Me

This is a story about when I met him at eighteen.

About how I thought I understood love before I ever really felt it.

I didn't know then that some people come into your life not to stay, but to change you in ways you won't understand until they're gone.

His name was Alex.

And meeting him felt like the beginning of something I didn't know how to survive.

We weren't simple. We weren't stable. But we were real in a way that made everything else fade.

And I thought that meant something.

I thought love was supposed to feel intense, consuming, unforgettable.

But I was wrong.

Because not everything that feels like love is meant to last.

Years passed. Life moved on. I learned how to exist without him.

Or at least I thought I did.

Until I saw him again.

And suddenly, everything I buried... came back.

Because some people don't leave your story.

They just wait for the moment it hurts to remember them again.

And by the time I understood that...

it was already too late.