Will You Remember Me?

"I want you to always remember me, that I had existed.
Can you really promise never to forget me? "

"Always. I will always remember.
I will never forget you. I could never forget you."

Even so, your memory of me will grow increasingly distant, and you will forget a number of things.
Realization of this brings to me a feeling of dread.

What if you forget the most important things?
What if somewhere inside you there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories heap and slowly turn into mud?

How then, can you keep your promise to me?

I realize that perhaps all you will have left, are imperfect memories and imperfect thoughts.
Perhaps the more memories of me inside you fade, the more deeply you are able to understand me.


I know, of course.
I know that your memories of me would fade.
Which is precisely why I begged you never to forget me, to remember that I had existed.

The thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.