Forgotten

Everyday I have to remind myself that he's gone. He's not coming back he has everything he has ever wanted. All I am to him is a memory, hell, I might not even be that anymore. There's a good chance I'm forgotten and to him I never existed. To say I'm not hurting would be a lie. My chestnut - haired, bluish - green eyed freak was gone. Our friendship was now nothing all because I was forgotten. Forgotten by my old best friend Louis Tomlinson.