People ask me what's my worst fear.
I reply. being forgotten.
People ask me what do I mean.
I reply. I fear that the moment I am no longer constantly in someone's presence that they will forget me.
People say that's not gonna happen.
I reply. Don't think of it as an impossibility. The first time I was assured that nothing was going to change. But the people that were once called my friends disappeared like ghost running away from death himself. Afraid of the judgement that awaited them.
People tell me it's different now.
I reply. It being different now doesn't mean it's going to be better doesn't mean it's going to hurt less doesn't mean that the individuals that are disappearing this time are going to be there longer than the previous ones.
People say. Everyone has to live there individual lives.
I reply. Than why did I put so much time and effort into helping those individual people have a better life? Why did I put my time and effort into making sure that they were happier than I could ever be? Than why did I ever call those people my friends?
People are silent.
I reply. Because I'm afraid to be forgotten.