Just because you are a passing cloud ,don’t mistake me for the sun ,for I am neither screaming nor constant . I am the howling wind and the creaking sounds .
As we go our different paths ,I ask that you remember me . That someday you will tell your little girl about me .
You will talk about the girl who had sadness in her eyes but laughter in her heart . The girl who never forgot your birthday , your favorite color or that you like a teaspoon of sugar in your tea .
I hope that 10 years from now ,when memories have piled up and this past slowly fades , you will look out the window of a coffee shop at 11 a.m and imagine seeing me approach . I hope that someday you will hear a lady laugh and remember how annoying mine is .
I hope you will find it hard to intertwine you left hand with anyone else’s ,because you know I love hands and that one was my favorite.
Remember how I always sat on your laps when I was feeling sad, how I wouldn’t finish an apple if you hadn’t had a bite . That was me . Still is me , but I am moving on to a greater once upon a time .
I am moving on to a love that doesn’t judge me for eating too much fudge cake when am gloomy . To a love that gets me flowers and chocolates . A love that doesn’t mind rewatching Mr. Church with me for the hundredth Time .
Promise you will remember… no don’t do that . You have always been pathetic at making promises . Just remember me ,remember how I was never sure what my favorite color is, how I loved cheese sandwiches . Remember my birthday , so that every year you would blow me kisses. I promise to leave my window open on those nights ,so that they’d have an easy time reaching me .
Please !remember my favorite author , and the book I read to tears .
Just remember me . Because no matter what forever I arrive to , you will always be etched in my memory