Day 8: Everything will be forgotten

Noon, sunny day, sitting on the bench at a park with a friend that is about to leave to the other-side of the world. Enjoying our last moments together. The warmth, the book, photos, a farewell written on the first page. I didn’t want to be forgotten so I wrote everything. Then I forgot to write the date. What else have I forgotten?
Cold winter night after work. Dark, feeling the blues. Had to go the gym. I had to run. Pep talk to myself. ‘One day I might be unable’, ‘One day I might forget’. Don’t treat life as a chore, accept it as a privilege.
Walked past a guy in his bibs and helmet, taking a break from riding, book in one hand, sitting on the stairs next to a building entrance, soaking in the sun. Internal nod. Good on him, enjoying life. Forgot his face.
Can’t remember who I can trust. Or who I used to trust. Or to be more honest, I don’t want to remember those who I used to but cannot trust anymore.
Things change, people change, my desires change, I change. We move on. and forget everything. and live as if nothing happened.
Things I never want to forget, I’m afraid will be forgotten.
Things I want to forget. For some of them, I have almost succeeded. But not quite.
Goodnight

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