a certain alphabet
shoulder length hair
are only some of the things that reminds me of you.
just earlier this morning a strange thought came to my mind, in the form of a favour, a conversation between two (for dialogues in books most often resonates) to mend it all for it was nobody’s fault,
I:"would you built me a swing then I’ll forget everything"
he: "if I built you a swing how will you ever forget everything?"
I: "but remembering is forgetting too."
and then everything dissolved into wind and we were back to being strangers feeling nothing as it should be in the first place, as it should remain, always.