Forgotten

Forgotten.

I feel like I am slowly dissipating into thin air like light sand brushed on top of the sidewalk that was swept away by the wind. I am no longer a memory in his life. I simply played a part in his play. I would like to think that I am still a memory, but the reality if it is, I am probably not. 

Anger has come now. First it was feeling sad, for the fact that I am not a part of his life anymore, but slowly it is starting to turn to anger. Angry that someone can just forget about everything so quickly and easily, after spending our entire adulthood together. Angry that I put my whole heart into everything we did and it meant nothing to him. Angry that I still don't even know the reasoning for the abrupt ending. But most of all, angry that I let myself succumb to the deep place that I have been over someone who doesn't even care about me.

What did I do wrong? Am I not good enough? Why doesn't he love me anymore? These questions have played over and over in my head like an old VCR player. Rewind. Press play. No matter how many times I ask myself these questions, I will never know the answer. Yet I continue to ponder over them like one day the answer will make itself known. I am giving myself false hope. Rewind. Press play. Here they are again....

I miss him........ the anger has turned to sadness again.......

Forgotten.