Dear Forgotten,
I don’t really think about you anymore. You aren’t the most important person in my life. You aren’t in my life.
Sometimes I think about how close we used to be, about how you could make me smile with a single glance. I don’t really think about you, though.
I don’t think about you so much I’m writing a letter to you.
I guess you still live in the back of my mind, waiting for me to bring you out again.












