I’m very forgetful.
I forget what I eat during the day and I forget why I have that knot in my back.
I’ve forgotten the math they said I’d use and I can barely remember the French I learned in school. Even after three years of it.
I forgot the feeling of lively grass beneath my feet and how it felt to sit on the ground with no fear of insects.
I’ve forgotten voices I only wish I could hear again and I’ve forgotten what love looks like in certain eyes.
I’ve forgotten the sound of some laughs.
I forget, sometimes, a lot of things.
But I have never forgotten how to love. And I am just remembering that I deserve it, too.


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