Unforgettable.

Do you even remember me anymore? Because I remember you. I remember a lot of you, and a lot of who I used to be. I don't know if that qualifies me as being pathetic or if it just makes me like everyone else... Either way, I know I'm alone in this whole remembering thing. I remember songs and I remember phrases. Words you spoke that sounded like poetry to me, words that no one else to this day could even try to compete with. I remember songs and how they moved you.. How, in turn, they moved me. I remember the feel of your hand in mine, your skin against my own. How innocent you seemed as you let me into your heart. How innocent your lips felt as you placed them upon mine, and then later apologized for rushing me. How innocent you might never have been. How blind I really might have been after all.

At the end of the day, do we really know anything about the people we get to know, or is it all an elaborate, decorated scheme? At the end of the road, at the end of each "fairy-tale", is there anything left to call real? Or is that the beauty of fairy-tales--a false belief in something too good to ever be in existence? Will we ever know? Or does it remain trapped away as nothing more than a memory, if even that?

Still, through the darkest veils of uncertainty and disbelief... I remember. I remember, and I will never forget. Forgetting is too hard.

I wish I could do it.