Do you remember us being friends?

It’s okay if you don’t. Sometimes I forget too.

The memories are fuzzy and worn at the edges, some of them are not that old, others go back years.

Do you remember us being friends?

I do.

Perhaps you were the one to teach me that I’m bad with other people and can’t keep friends to save my life, perhaps you were the one to remind me.

It doesn’t matter.

Do you remember us being friends?

I dont think you do. 

I dont want to either.

Perhaps things will be better like that.