the torture of being forgotten by someone you still remember every day There's a quiet kind of pain in realizing you've become a distant memory to someone who still lives vividly in your thoughts. It's in the small, ordinary moments-when something reminds you of them and your instinct is still to share it, only to remember there's no space for you in their world anymore. You carry echoes of conversations, laughter, and promises that once felt permanent, while they've moved on as if those pieces never existed. It feels like holding onto a story that lost its meaning for everyone else but you. And yet, the hardest part isn't just missing them-it's knowing that while you're remembering them every day, they may not think of you at all. It's a loneliness that lingers beneath everything, a quiet ache that doesn't ask for attention but never truly leaves. You try to make peace with it, to let go gently, but some part of you still hopes to be remembered, even in the smallest way. Because being forgotten by someone who once meant everything feels like losing a piece of yourself you never got back.