maybe people don't forget about you. they just forget to remember you

Just when I though we had reduced to being complete strangers again, you came back into my life and said hello, and so I said hi, and you told me you've been missing my stories. And you tell me to tell you more stories. But it's funny you know, because when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter-- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. But you listen anyway. Thank you.

Turns out you didn't forget about me. And you didn't forget to remember me. 

I've been missing you so.



And you were the only person who ever really wanted to listen. Because sometimes, I just needed someone to listen.