Memories

I've known her for over eight years. I guess she forgot me after four. It might have been easy for her to forget me. She was always good at making new friends. I suppose she met someone to replace me. Someone better. Making new friends was not something i was good at. Forgetting old ones proved even more difficult. As time passes, her memory of me also starts disappearing. Soon she will forget my name. Then slowly... my face. Eventually i would become a minute figment of her imagination, just waiting... waiting to die....

~A.F~

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