Still

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I guess all I’m trying to say is that there may be that one person in our lives whom we can’t forget, although we stopped loving them and wanting to be with them and stuff, a long time ago. We can’t forget them, maybe because they were our first in a lot of things. Something we remember occasionally, not solely because of the other person, but because of who we were at the time. The other person doesn’t even play a big part in the production anymore, he or she is just a character, a supporting role. The main attraction is how it made us feel, the relationship, the emotions involved.

How can I ever forget you?