Love, I once believed, was remembering the laughter, the small ways someone says I’m here, until her. She was unforgettable, yet she forgot me every day. Still, I loved enough for both of us, even when they said it was hopeless. This isn’t a story of happy endings, it’s a promise. That even if she forgot forever, I’d remember for us both. Because sometimes love isn’t about holding on. It’s about letting go, even if it breaks you.