You sit beside me again.
You take no notice of me again.
No matter how hard I try to make you remember, in less than a moment, all your memories had been washed away. No matter how hard I try now, to exist in your memories for one more day, the same hopeless results appears day by day.
You turn your head towards me and asked me what’s wrong. You ask me if something was bothering me. You ask me why I looked so down.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry because of your care for me. I wanted to cry because of the non-existent moments we once created. I wanted to cry because I was too tired from staying strong. Yet I promised you. I promised you I wouldn’t cry again. But then again, what much of a difference will it make even if I do break a forgotten promise.
Our eyes met. For a moment I felt a connection. For a moment I foolishly believed that maybe, just maybe, you might have remembered me. In that moment, I was pushed into a spiral of repetitive pain.
I never understood how 3 words could hurt me so much.
Nor have I ever understood how such an innocent question could stab me repeatedly in the heart.

"What's your name?"