regret.

you once asked me if there was anything i regret.
it was the night before you left, and i confessed.

if you ask me thr same question again, my answer will be different.
i'd tell you that my regret would be trusting you with everything i had.

i realize now, that even though it seemed like i gave you everything there was to give, i can barely remember things about you anymore.
i know the facts, the dates, the words you said.
but thats just like memorizing dates for a history class.
i dont remember the things that count.

what scares me more, is that to be honest, i'm okay with not being able to remember.