i. THE FORGOTTEN

IT is a beautiful thing to be dead.

People mourn you. People remember you. And eventually, people forget you.

People never want to admit that they do, forget you, that is. And perhaps they won't forget your name or the overall features of your face. But over time; the way your lips curved into a smile, the soft manner in which your laughter would fill the air, or the way your hair smelled as it danced in the wind would be forgotten.

It has nothing to do with you specifically. The human mind can only remember so much. And over time, your memory is tossed aside as new ones are filtered in. Sometimes, your memory remains, dormant under the memories created over time, or those that were perhaps more memorable than the ones you were in.

Of course, those who have been lost cannot know of the forgotten memories; because they too, like the memories, have vanished. They cannot feel the pain of their loved ones losing the memories of their smile, their laugh, or any other details that made them who they were.

And sure, that individual may feel a twinge of guilt that they can no longer remember the intimate details of your presence, but that guilt too is soon forgotten.

Because the person that no longer lived was not there to be a constant reminder.

That is, if they were truly dead.

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