i wrote you a letter, kept it in the drawer, under the postcard you sent me and other stuff that reminds me of you.
at the bottom of the letter, there's slight trace of a line, saying that i miss you.
but i erased it eventually.
that's actually my second attempt to extract you from my memory.
in life, you get some and lose some. at times, you lose some in order to get some. other times, you get some, without knowing that the price is to lose some.
if you ever read this, you'd know that the mail shall remain eternally where it's supposed to be. what we had, i am not even sure you would remember for life. what we had, i don't even hold the faith in remembering all those good and memorable moments specifically. nonetheless, i shall always keep my promise to disappear, to stay away and watch you from afar.
all you remember will be how good i look, waving at you and greeting you with smiles.
if only...
if only i had amnesia.