Remember Me

" I love with my whole heart, I don't know how to love in part."

It took me 4 months to tell him that I loved him. It took me several days to understand why I was so attached to him. It took some more to know that I was actually falling for him. Why everyday was meaningless if I didn't talk to him and why every minute gave me the feeling of living an hour because he was a part of it. It took hours of deliberating with myself and everything I'd stopped myself from doing because it shattered me when everything came to an end. It took days of making myself understand that maybe I wasn't making a mistake this time. This time, it would be different because he was different. By the end of it, I'd made myself believe that this time around, I wasn't making the same mistake, it was all different, and this time, the end wouldn't be the same one all over again.

It took him 4 days to tell me what he thought of us.

Two perspectives, but one wrecked relationship.

Two people, but one left beyond repair.

Sometimes, when you're just passing by people on a random road, you can't help but think about them. What could they be thinking? What could be happening in their life? Do they have someone to share their life with? Do they tell people how they feel. I don't know about you, but I always wondered this. And with that, came a realisation, that some day, when I have a complicated life, I will make sure that I have someone to share it with. Someone who will accept me, even when I make the mistakes. Someone who corrects me and then lets me correct myself. My person, my anchor and wingman.

But in the world of virtual romances and Skype calls, how do differentiate on the real and the unreal?

I could be just naive when I say this but I loved everything about you. Even the things that I didn't understand. So I thought I had you. For a tiny moment in my head, I thought I had you. I thought that we would be different. We became close in such a short amount of time and I thought that you genuinely cared about me. You didn't play games with me. So, naturally I thought that we could be something. But, I thought wrong. Minutes going onto hours going onto days with little or no contact. Now, I know one thing. We made an impact on each other. And we will always be in each others memories. They wont change, even when we did.


Because we'll always remember people. But more than that, we remember all the little things about them. even when we stop talking to them or our love turns into despise, we still don't forget, nor do we forget the little intricate details about them. We remember all that is there to them, and that's how we remember them. So you see, we remember people in ways they don't even know they'll be remembered. Even in the most mundane ways, there's always someone who remembers us, no matter how well we know them or if we ever meet them again. We don't stop being important to people, we just start being a little less important to them than we are, and even if we are, they still remember us. We might travel across a million miles and gazillion galaxies, and yet there'll always be someone who'll remember us, in ways we didn't even know we'd lived.

So before I leave, I just want to ask you one little thing, Will you remember me when I'm gone?