IamLoveisWar

 again I saw her she was there I was beside her she was nice I did not know what to say or do but she was their then she told me do you not remember me I said no sorry she finally told me I am a memory remember this and you will be fine,  remember? it took me some days but I understood she was the memories of all the persons that I forgot and I just cried because so many persons that were nice to me did not get a tiny space in my memory a gift that looks so insignificant but yet valuable.

So I draw the person i meet every day for  the sake of not losing them again.