Someday when the wind stops whispering, you'll know it was me. You will see the orange street light reflect on your window pane and you'll remember the time when we were kids and looked into each other's eyes. Silence was all that was spoken. Silence was all that was required. When the creeper plant is all grown up and slightly peeks its way up near your balcony, you'll remember the time when you asked to eat your favorite chat one rainy evening. You will remember me in those random moments that will make you gasp for breath. You will remember me when you least expect it, like when you see the wrapper of the chewing gum I used to eat. And somedays when you go to sleep, you will know what memory you will wake up to. And somedays when you wake up, you'll know the memory you fell asleep to. You will remember me even in your forgetfulness. Especially in there. You will, you will remember me.