A snapshot by Anam
I can’t believe it.
You forgot me.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. I admit she’s very pretty. You’ve been waiting ten years for her. I can’t even stand in line for ten minutes, but that’s just me.
I still can’t believe you forgot me.
It was only pool with the guys. It was nothing special. I guess I was mostly hurt because I thought I was too important at the time. Being your best friend, I assumed I would be on your mind and you would constantly think of me.
Maybe I got above myself.
To actually have someone think of me, to make me feel important, like I mattered for once.
Maybe it’s my pride.
I’ve seen you flourish and grow. I’ve seen you gain the support and respect of friends, colleagues, and even strangers. You’ve been embraced without losing yourself. You’ve survived this city and made it your home.
But in your eyes, I see better things out there waiting for you. Up north, where everything is clean and beautiful like your heart, is your true home. It’s where you belong. Better than this city full of dirt and noise, better than what I can offer you.
I’m just glad I was there for the ride, that I was able to help in some way when you needed it most.
It’s definitely my pride.
Speaking of which, I have just one thing to ask of you:
When you reach the twilight of your life, and you look upon that vast field of snow you call home and you think of all the people who had touched you in your journey, I hope you don’t forget me.
Please don’t forget me.
-The End-