XVI

I remember, the first time you told me you missed me. I was down and it was like you knew how to pick me up, without knowing what was wrong.

I remember, the first time you told me I was amazing. I couldn't believe your words because you were the one who made me doubt myself but you made me smile anyway.

I remember, the first time you told me you were glad that I was in your life. As the good person you were, you couldn't stand that I doubted myself so you just lied to me easily, knowing that it would make me happy for a little.

And now we don't even talk with each other. I know it's because I let go too late, but please tell me, do you miss me sometimes? Do you still remember my sense of humor and laugh, while thinking about the jokes I told you? Do you still think of me as an amazing person? Or was I just a little project because you always had the need to help somebody?