I remember forwards.
I remember forwards, and forget backwards.
My memories, bad, boring or good, haven’t happened yet.
So I will remember standing in the fresh-cut grass with the black-clad figures surrounded by stone until I do it for real. I will remember the funeral until it happens - until someone dies.
And after that, it will be forgotten.
Here’s the thing about me:
I can see my future, but my past is blank.
I see the future in flashes, like memories. I remember what I’ll wear tomorrow, and a car crash that won’t happen till this afternoon. But yesterday has evaporated from my mind - just like the boy I love. I can’t see him in my future. I can’t remember him from my past. But today, I love him. And I never want to forget how much.
