I take it if someone stops talking to you one day, for no apparent reason, then you were officially erased from their memory. You could have experienced such beautiful memories together, and for whatever unknown reasons, they just stop talking to you.
He likes her, she likes him, it was magic. They understood each other and for once in her life she was actually attracted to him. Nuts right? It was sweet chemestry. Maybe a sweet little summer romance that should have extended into fall.
He needed someone to believe in him, and she was there. She cared so deeply that it was mentally exhausting how much she did cared for him. No other man measured up like he had. He never saw the beauty he presented in her eyes. A simple kiss from him was the greatest feeling she had ever felt. He never believed in himself, so why would he think anyone else would?
This blinded man never realized how much he hurt her. The months went by and she was holding on. What exactly was she holding on to? what was she waiting for? He had no clue at all. She loved him. He claimed he felt the same. Weeks of disappointment droned on and on.
I will never forget that one cold night when I last saw him. He drove off after he made sure I was in my house. Things were weird after that last glance into each others' eyes. That noisy truck of his drove off into the night. It was days until we spoke again. Those words were hateful. I cried myself to sleep that night. That was the last night I heard his voice...
I always wondered what had happend to the man who made me care. I always hoped he was okay. What made me call him out of no where tonight? What drove me to pick up that phone and call him? Ring ring, of course no answer... One hour later my phone rang. It was him. He had no clue who I was and didn't have my number in his phone. Sweet right? He loved me once, not too long ago at all, but strange he didn't recognize my voice. Out with some chick tonight lol. Enjoy the date! Hope you get some :-)
Nutty unforgettable people like myself become strangers to the ones who we once cared for. It's a nice feeling to love and be love, should it be even nicer to be forgotten?
