Sunday
1 AM
Hey,
I'm scared of loving people, and more than that I'm scared of losing them.
One fine day you meet someone, you build memories with them, you live a life that seems like an eternity with them, and then they leave you or you leave them and you believe that they would remember you.
You believe that you will always be something that might remain a significant memory to the other person and then reality strikes you.
Ahhaaa...That feeling— the feeling of being pocket-sized in someone's life that your existence barely matters to them, that feeling of being so into someone but still being easily forgettable no matter how huge or important your history might have been, that feeling of not being remembered the way you should have been, ...that realization of how little they are thinking of you, that feeling chokes you.
Everything can be replaced they say... But That's not acceptable..
You can never substitute a feeling by another feeling.
One fine day you meet someone, you build memories with them, you live a life that seems like an eternity with them, and then they leave you or you leave them and you believe that they would remember you.
You believe that you will always be something that might remain a significant memory to the other person and then reality strikes you.
Ahhaaa...That feeling— the feeling of being pocket-sized in someone's life that your existence barely matters to them, that feeling of being so into someone but still being easily forgettable no matter how huge or important your history might have been, that feeling of not being remembered the way you should have been, ...that realization of how little they are thinking of you, that feeling chokes you.
Everything can be replaced they say... But That's not acceptable..
You can never substitute a feeling by another feeling.
This lamentableness never leaves your amygdala and somwhere resides in your heart.... You will always remember the experiences that you have with people and those memories will stay until you are graved....
There will be some people whose names will give you chills or butterflies or a little smile on your face everytime you remember them. And then you try to look back and figure out what went wrong, what went so wrong that you are now only a part of their unrecalled past..
And that is the greatest grief....
''The greatest sadness isn't being left, the greatest sadness is being forgotten''
