old book spines

I hope that you’ll never forget, and keep the memories close to your heart. Guard them like your most prized posession. Think of me when a word you randomly hear reminds you of my roaring laughter in the pitch black night, think of me when you listen to a song that once made me cry so hard that you had to pull me close, stroking my hair until I calmed down and fell asleep with my head resting on your chest. Think of me when you see empty coffee cups and old book spines and when the air outside smells like rain. Think of me with a smile on your face and a light heart. I don’t care if you think of me and feel regret, or hate, or the aching feeling of loss - I just don’t want you to forget.
—  Just think of me from time to time. Don’t forget about me. Please.
evening thoughts #36
n.j.