Don't Forget to Remember Him

It's weird, you know? How someone can be so present in your life one moment and then just... a memory the next. I've been scrolling through my old photos, and there's this ache, a sort of nostalgia that's both sweet and bitter. I miss him—the way he used to be, the person I fell for. The late-night talks, the laughter that filled our days, the comfort of knowing he was just a call away.

But people change, and so did he. It's like I don't even know him anymore. Sadly, he's a different person now, and I'm left clinging to the ghost of what we had. It's funny how I used to think we were written in the stars, but maybe we were just a fleeting alignment or perhaps a temporary constellation.

I keep telling myself, "Don't forget to remember him," because those memories are all I have left. They're the only proof that what we had before was real, even if it's gone now. I guess part of me hopes that by holding on to the past, I can somehow keep a piece of him with me.

But deep down, I know I need to let go. I need to accept that the person I miss doesn't exist anymore. He's moved on, and it's time I do the same. Still, I can't help but wonder, does he ever think of me? Does he look at the same moon and feel the echoes of our past?

I guess I'll never know. For now, I'll just keep these memories tucked away in the pages of this journal, a reminder of a love that once was. Maybe I'll find a way to move forward without forgetting to remember.

I have to.