Remember me

I wrote in another post how one of my fears is being forgotten. When I mentioned this to my aunt she said I won't be, that S wouldn't have known who I was if he'd forgotten about me. That's not exactly what I meant. With me little things jar my memory all the time. A song, a place, a date, a flavor ice cream you name it and I get a smile because it reminds of someone. That someone could have been in my life many years ago, but the memory still comes up. I just would like to know that I'm remembered the same way. Not when I send an email or make a phone call, but when they hear or see something that we shared. Maybe it's a romantic thing, I don't know. To know that I'm still thought of every now and then, briefly, but with a smile.

"Just ask her if she ever still thinks about me, she says everyonce in a while." Blackhawk