Dear Memory,

One of these days, I may give up. Please know that if this happens that it's not because I wanted to. But because it's the only option that I have to keep my sanity in tact.

One of these days, you may give up. I will understand. I am, afterall, not the easiest person to get along with. And given the circumstances, there are a few other reasons that I could think of, but can not write... Just know, that if this happens, I understand. I won't even ask for you to bid me goodbye. Just go. We all have to do what we need to.

One of these days, I know that our transient stay in this country will end and if it isn't me who will be leaving, it will be you. We will most likely promise each other to keep in touch and I'm sure that we will try our best to do so. But things will happen and our promises will be forgotten. You will be busy with your life and I will be busy with mine. Pretty soon days will turn into weeks and weeks will turn into months and before we know it, years would pass and neither of us would have heard a word from the other.

If we really aren't destined for each other, I know that one of these days, you will just be a distant memory of someone I loved, pined, and longed for.

Remember me as I remember you. Remember me as you look at faded photographs and dusty old trinkets.

...Remember me as the girl who loved you, but you couldn't love back.


As Always,
D.