Sometimes I forget to remember you. I'll be putting on my left boot, and the thought will strike me that you're out there, maybe putting on your shoe too. Sometimes it's less difficult to forget. Something--a dinosaur, Rammstein--will remind me of you so strongly that my chest hurts and I feel sick. I miss you in these moments more than when I missed you all the time.
Be well, and don't feel bad if you forget to remember me too.
shorthand, n. /ˈʃɔːthænd/ free writing, mostly.
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