I had a nightmare last night, where you were you were led to have to admit saying it loud answering at a dinner table with other people, including me, that you and the woman beside me were dating. You're face went sour and emotional like bothered, hurt and regretful. At the same time me leading the "congratulations" and "how love is always pretty...", kind of sentences. All so fast this ending. I awoke feeling very awful, like my heart was broken again. 

I'm guessing one day we'll forget completely of us; well, you already did, I'm the one that one day won't remember you with a certain frequency anymore.