I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

.. I thought about him now and then, the things he had taught me about 'being human' and 'relating to others;, but it was always in the distance, as if from another life.. .. The people who might have told me were long forgotten, their phone numbers buried in some packed-away box in the attic.

I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.

I bought this the day before at a shopping mall. I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.