but i won't forget.

it can be the simplest of thing, just half an hour or so to pass you whatever it is. why must you make it sound so difficult..? and to say good bye. you didn't even know.

misery prolonged.

i want to pack all the memories together, the words and the pictures and whatever that is left of us, and give them to you, should you one day find the need to remember. but i can't do it. can't look at them for long without turning away.
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the mother threw away the disposable lunch box that i have been saving for months to keep the fried rice that i was still hoping to cook for you. and the spoon.
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i will stop remembering, but i won't forget.