I often get asked, what it's like to be me?
To answer, imagine this, if you wouldn't mind, imagine ordering a coffee at a cafe, and being asked to sit at a table to wait for your order to be ready.
While waiting you see someone, the most beautiful person you have ever met.
They smile at you and you smile back, a conversation is started and they are the most friendly person you have ever met, the longer you talk, the more beautiful they get,
their jokes are funny and when they smile you get butterflies, they tell you their name and just as you go to tell them yours, someone else yells it for you. Your coffee is ready.
You say "Just a sec, that's me...
" and you get up and walk over to the counter, and do you know that feeling you get when you walk into a room and forget what you went in there for?
Imagine getting that feeling, but you remember everything, you're just going to grab your coffee then go back to your table.
You get to the counter and, still feeling you have forgotten something, you pay for your coffee, double checking the side of the cup, you see your name and the correct coffee your ordered,
you pay the cashier and turn around to add sugar to your drink, but you still feel you have forgotten something... thinking hard, you remember you forgot to put extra milk in, that must be it...
so you add extra milk and be on your way, leaving the cafe, completely forgetting about the person you just met, who is waiting patiently at a table for you to return,
you will never remember your encounter, or how beautiful they were, or even their name, because them and everything about them was gone the moment you added the extra milk,
and the time you could have spent with this person is now never going to happen, because short term memory loss doesn't only destroy previous memories,
but it ensures future memories never happen, you ask me what it's like to be me, but I can't explain, because I can't remember myself, and soon, I might not remember you.
I hope that day never comes, but if it does, just know that I am so sorry, I hope the day never comes when you say hi and my reply is something along the lines of, "who are you?
" Just remember that I love you, and you mean more to me than you could ever know, friends are everything to me, and if I forget you, I lose everything.
Memories define a person and if they go, so does the person, I hope I never lose myself.
I hope I'm never lost.