i walked past your old house today and i was flooded with memories. i was wading knee deep in everything we've been through, how drastically our lives have changed since i last saw you.

i remember peeking through the front window of your house when we would sneak out, afraid your mother had seen us, and double checking just to be sure. i remember the first day you got that ugly dog, and how it couldn't climb the stairs. i remember every saturday night at your dad's house, drunk off whatever we could get our hands on, sixteen and naive. i remember driving in your car late at night, blasting sappy country music, whenever you broke up with your boyfriend of the week, not saying a word because i know you didn't like to talk when you're not ready.

i remember that accident, how far away i was, how close i could've been, and how much you didn't care. i remember that phone call, how my stomach dropped, and my mind continued to spin, half-drunk, and wanting to run and be there for the people who needed me, and how much you didn't care. i remember that weekend, how heartbroken i was, how much i wanted someone to talk to, how much i needed you, and how much you didn't care.

it didn't take me long to realize that you cared about nothing besides yourself and your own wellbeing. crying because things wouldn't go your way. i will always know you as the girl with tears streaming down her face, so afraid of being forgotten.