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A sheet of paper lay atop your desk, the pencil next to it begging to be picked up and written with. You tried your best to come up with ideas, but failed. Half an hour had already passed and that page was still blank.

You’d had a strong nagging feeling lately. It was like you’d forgotten something very important. Like you’d lost something you long cherished, but couldn’t remember what it was. It crashed over you in ruthless waves, demanding that you remember, and it made your heart ache each time you drew a blank. You’d hoped that writing about it would ease the pain, so here you were.

What could it even be? You wondered, looking up to the ceiling as if hoping to find the answer there. You concentrated, searching within yourself for any sort of hint, when a sudden thought popped into your mind:

It must have been months ago.

It was odd. Despair washed over you, yet you felt inspired. The pencil was in your hand in an instant, and you started writing.

“Dear stranger,”

“Wait, stranger?” You mumbled, pressing the top of the pencil to your chin. “Then it must be… a person I forgot about. And here I thought I’d lost something,” you added bitterly. You continued, pouring whatever feelings surfaced onto the page.

“I don’t know what happened. To us. All I know is that we knew each other once, but don’t anymore. I don’t remember you at all, and I’m really sorry.

I’m writing this to see if it jogs my memory of you. I hope it works, because this has been eating at me for the past few days. I get the feeling that I... miss you. Terribly. Like I’ve been burying these emotions deep inside for a long, long time, and I’m finally admitting to them. I’m finally looking into my heart and seeing that big, empty hole. One you left, and one I’ve been ignoring. Well, I’m not doing that anymore. I’m going to tell you exactly what you not being here makes me feel.

I still look for you every time I get good news. Do you know how much it hurt when I got accepted into my dream university but couldn’t tell you? I’d give anything to see the huge smile you would have had on your face. The same smile that made the bad times bearable and the good times even better. I was so excited to show you the acceptance letter. I was so eager to hear you tell me how proud and happy you were for your best friend, even if you would probably cry as you said it. Then I remembered you were gone. I’m not sure where you went right now, but I do recall the crushing disappointment. It hurt so much, I cried that night.

I have so many stories I want to tell you. I know they would make you laugh as hard as my horrid puns would. After school, I would look for you out of habit. I just had to tell you about this funny thing a classmate said, or this cool fact I learned in class, or this incredibly stupid thing a friend did to impress a girl. When you were still here, your eyes would always light up whenever you saw me ready to tell you a story about my day.

Gosh, your eyes.

I see them clearly now! They’re a bright, clear blue, aren’t they? I always told you they were the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, and I had the honour of getting lost in them every day. You know what? I’d say your eyes are beautiful enough to be a god’s.

And your hair. Dark blue or black, I’m not sure. Silky, I think. I always loved running my fingers through it when you weren’t looking, so it must’ve been really soft. It’s too bad you’re not here for me to test it out.

I vaguely remember you wearing the same track suit every day, but that’s only because I teased you about it at some point.

You have… the brightest, most amazing smile. I already mentioned it, but I just had to write it again. When I see it in my mind’s eye, I never want to forget it. I’m sorry I have for so long, however long it’s been since we separated.

Hey, if I’m thinking of you this way… I was definitely fond of you. How could I not remember someone I care for so much? I don’t… understand. My memory of you is returning a bit, but I just can’t remember your name. That’s the most important part.”

You didn’t know when you’d started crying. Sobbing. Leaning away from the paper to keep the tears from falling on it.

You scrubbed at your face and covered it with your hands, losing yourself in your sobs. You hated it. You were so frustrated, nothing mattered except figuring out who you so longed to see from the depths of your heart. Whose laugh you’d sell your soul to hear again.

When you managed to calm down, you took up the pencil once more, scribbling the final words.

“I don’t know who you are, I’m sorry.”

Description
A sheet of paper lay atop your desk, the pencil next to it begging to be picked up and written with. You tried your best to come up with ideas, but failed. Half an hour had already passed and that page was still blank.

You’d had a strong nagging feeling lately. It was like you’d forgotten something very important. Like you’d lost something you long cherished, but couldn’t remember what it was. It crashed over you in ruthless waves, demanding that you remember, and it made your heart ache each time you drew a blank. You’d hoped that writing about it would ease the pain, so here you were.

What could it even be? You wondered, looking up to the ceiling as if hoping to find the answer there. You concentrated, searching within yourself for any sort of hint, when a sudden thought popped into your mind:

It must have been months ago.

It was odd. Despair washed over you, yet you felt inspired. The pencil was in your hand in an instant, and you started writing.

“Dear stranger,”

“Wait, stranger?” You mumbled, pressing the top of the pencil to your chin. “Then it must be… a person I forgot about. And here I thought I’d lost something,” you added bitterly. You continued, pouring whatever feelings surfaced onto the page.

“I don’t know what happened. To us. All I know is that we knew each other once, but don’t anymore. I don’t remember you at all, and I’m really sorry.

I’m writing this to see if it jogs my memory of you. I hope it works, because this has been eating at me for the past few days. I get the feeling that I... miss you. Terribly. Like I’ve been burying these emotions deep inside for a long, long time, and I’m finally admitting to them. I’m finally looking into my heart and seeing that big, empty hole. One you left, and one I’ve been ignoring. Well, I’m not doing that anymore. I’m going to tell you exactly what you not being here makes me feel.

I still look for you every time I get good news. Do you know how much it hurt when I got accepted into my dream university but couldn’t tell you? I’d give anything to see the huge smile you would have had on your face. The same smile that made the bad times bearable and the good times even better. I was so excited to show you the acceptance letter. I was so eager to hear you tell me how proud and happy you were for your best friend, even if you would probably cry as you said it. Then I remembered you were gone. I’m not sure where you went right now, but I do recall the crushing disappointment. It hurt so much, I cried that night.

I have so many stories I want to tell you. I know they would make you laugh as hard as my horrid puns would. After school, I would look for you out of habit. I just had to tell you about this funny thing a classmate said, or this cool fact I learned in class, or this incredibly stupid thing a friend did to impress a girl. When you were still here, your eyes would always light up whenever you saw me ready to tell you a story about my day.

Gosh, your eyes.

I see them clearly now! They’re a bright, clear blue, aren’t they? I always told you they were the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, and I had the honour of getting lost in them every day. You know what? I’d say your eyes are beautiful enough to be a god’s.

And your hair. Dark blue or black, I’m not sure. Silky, I think. I always loved running my fingers through it when you weren’t looking, so it must’ve been really soft. It’s too bad you’re not here for me to test it out.

I vaguely remember you wearing the same track suit every day, but that’s only because I teased you about it at some point.

You have… the brightest, most amazing smile. I already mentioned it, but I just had to write it again. When I see it in my mind’s eye, I never want to forget it. I’m sorry I have for so long, however long it’s been since we separated.

Hey, if I’m thinking of you this way… I was definitely fond of you. How could I not remember someone I care for so much? I don’t… understand. My memory of you is returning a bit, but I just can’t remember your name. That’s the most important part.”

You didn’t know when you’d started crying. Sobbing. Leaning away from the paper to keep the tears from falling on it.

You scrubbed at your face and covered it with your hands, losing yourself in your sobs. You hated it. You were so frustrated, nothing mattered except figuring out who you so longed to see from the depths of your heart. Whose laugh you’d sell your soul to hear again.

When you managed to calm down, you took up the pencil once more, scribbling the final words.

“I don’t know who you are, I’m sorry.”