He didn't remember what my name is.
I ran into my former best friend in a bar. I said "hi". And he said "hi" and then called me by a wrong name.
If I wasn't my stupid self I could've laugh it off, tell him who I really am and then have some small talk or shit. But I am me. I just wished him a nice night awkwardly and went on my way, because he was leaving the bar.
I spent more money than I make in a week today, half on a ridiculous tip to the bartender that quietly let me have 4 "white russians" in 15 minutes and the other half on the ridiculous tip to the cab driver that didn't comment on me curling up in a fetal position in the back seat and crying on my way home. I got out of a cab half way home and just walked in the blistering cold, now my hands are definitely frostbitten and I think my entire legs are too, because my jeans are not suited for the weather like that. Dying by hypothermia isn't peaceful. Hypothermia hurts.
I wish I could put it into words just how much this hurts.
I was never close with anyone in my family. I had relationships, but they weren't much to write home about either. My only concept of having what people call "a loved one" is this friendship. Close friendship of 7 years. And he doesn't even remember who I am anymore. Doesn't remember what my name is.
I wish I could put it into words how much this hurts. How big is this void in my chest that is left when my love for the "loved one" was once allowed to be. It is not acceptable to give all the love you have to a person who doesn't know what your name is anymore. I know.
Why does this hurt so bad?
"We remember, we remember, we remember thee, Zion
By the waters, the waters of Babylon
We laid down and wept, and wept for thee, Zion"