How convenient it is for you to forget me. The persona that I carefully slipped on for you Ended Up being nothing more than clutter around you, Something that wasn't even distracting, it was just there and You needed it to not be there. Please say you haven't forgotten me yet.
But here is truth: you are preparing to forget me, You are already hiring my replacements, You are already scheduling your life around the space that I once filled, You are already waving me off as if I am leaving and I am still here.
It's hard to do well in life when you are no more than what people remember of you. So what will you remember? Better yet, What do you remember? Will you remember how I nearly passed out and you caught me, or will you remember the time I spat out the Unholiest of word to you, When I said that I hated you.
Believe me, I will remember you. And you will live to be so much more than what I remember. Just know that I loved you with all that I could.
I have yet to decide if this is a love letter to life, Or a ransom note for my own existence.