I was getting over it. I was fine.
Until you said you didn't even remember who I am.
I remember you. I remember the fidgety kicking of the back of my chair in algebra.
I remember copying off of you because I forgot to do my homework, and that one time you forgot to do yours and copied mine.
I remember setting you up with one of my best friends because she liked you and we thought you liked her. I remember that time in science when we made crystal shapes and yours was 'modern art.'
And you don't remember any of it.
It's only been a year, and you forgot me.
And that hurts so much more than being rejected.