Is it selfish for me to ask you to hold onto the good times? Regardless of the pain either of us felt, those moments. The moments everything felt right. Please don’t forget.

Don’t forget the late nights. All the times we drove around just talking on every free thought that came to mind and laying in the backseat until the sun came up. The gaming sessions that went on until 2 in the morning; until I started passing out at my laptop. The Whataburger lines that occasionally ate up 45 minutes. It didn’t matter. I was with you.

Don’t forget the trips to the grocery stores for whatever ingredients we needed to cook whatever dish we decided was on the menu that night or the dessert we wanted to try.

Don’t forget the long car rides. Oh the car rides. The place that I already feel the most at peace and all the while. I was lucky enough to spend so many hours looking at you in the passenger seat (even though I shouldn’t have been). Traveling into distant sunsets and over the hills. How could anyone forget?

I don’t want you to forget, but there’s a real chance you’ve already found greater memories and present experiences. I want there to be a tether keeping us attached until the end of time, but for your peace of mind. For your happiness, maybe it’s best that you do forget and I should be praying for them to slip away from you.

How I love you so, My Sweet. Don’t forget our happiness. Wipe it from your mind. Treasure every moment. Let them fade away as you sleep. Forget, but please don’t forget us.

You need to let go, but I don’t want you to ever forget me, My Love. How am I supposed to feel?