Fading Goodbye.
Don't worry, you'll forget me one day. And it won't be in a rush like I'm there that moment and the next day, just gone. No. But gradually you'll forget the sound of my voice, that first time you heard me laugh, then over the days you'll find difficulty in picturing the shape of my face and eventually one day when you'll be staring at those stormy clouds and just before it starts to rain, you won't be able to place that familiarity in those dark black clouds, but they would be the same black, with that same intensity which you saw one day in my eyes. You'll no longer remember that, though. I'll be faded, a blurry outline of disconnected, jumbled pieces of memory that were a small part of your past and that's okay with me. Some people aren't meant to be remembered. I'm just one of those people. So, I guess this is the end, because right now you're happy and I'm too hard to love. This is me saying goodbye but maybe, maybe ...