Posted at 11:56 PM 0 comments (+) You know how people say, if you went out to eat alone, and you didn't post a picture of your food on Instagram, then have you really eaten that at all?

If you start to forget about me, and I, you, and the things we used to do, then have we really ever known each other? Have we really ever done those things together? Who would know if the thing we once had was ever really a thing and not something made up completely out of my imagination? Who would know that we had once loved?

The truth is that nobody would know.
It might very well be just my imagination because I am the only one who remembers now.
Every word. Every glance. A single touch.

I loved you first.
Now I'm the one no one remembers.