Forget me. Not.

She changed. She wasn't the same. Everything I once loved and knew started falling to pieces.

She left me. Moved away. I didn't get to see her for 3 years. "I promise" she told me. "I'll still keep that promise!" Were her last words face to face with me.

Her 16th birthday came. It was all fun and jokes, she tried her best to keep in touch with us. 6 months later... She was in the hospital.

24 months have passed... Will she ever wake up? I stayed beside her day and night. In the middle of the night... She made her choice. Everyone awoke.

Now I'm standing at your grave with black and red roses in my hand. I hope you're doing fine.

Forget me. Not.