I wonder if one day I’ll forget what color your eyes are. Because my dad doesn’t remember the name of his high school girlfriend and my mom doesn’t remember the model of her first car. We forget things that were one day so obvious to us, and so important. Things that once meant the world to us become distant memories, then eventually forgotten. So the good news is one day I might not remember the exact words that broke my heart, but the bad news is I also won’t remember how blue your eyes are.















