"Why?" She asked, he shrugged. "I don't know," He looked up at the sky and bit his lip as if he was thinking really hard. While in reality he knew the answer right away. He just didn't want to believe it.
"Maybe some people are born to be forgotten."
She looked up at him with a frowm. "Why do you say that, I won't forget you."
He coughed a bit and shook his head.
"But who will remember you, when all the people who know you have died too? It won't matter because no one will remember."
It was her turn to shake her head.
"You don't get it, Why would we care about them remembering us. We live now, not then. The only thing that's important is that you won't forget yourself, and in all these worries of you, you'll only lose yourself. So stop worrying amd start living. It's not important what they remember it's important what you remember. So that when you're old and wrinkly you can think about those amazing memories and you can remember them yourself."
----this makes no sense I just felt like writing something about... remembering? I guess hahah Bye love you guys-