It’s been a while.. remember me. probably not i’m just the girl who always sat next to you in class all semester and i let you borrow my pen that one time. Then i was to nervous to ask for it back, was my only pen though.
Yeah, you’re right thats dumb how were you supposed to remember that? It meant way more to me than it meant to you. Such a hot shot and all.
So wait there was another time… I ran into you at the club, and you said you remembered me from somewhere, some other party because i was wearing a nice red dress. I don’t usually party so I went a long with it you know, cause you’re cute and all. I low-key wanted my pen back as well.
It was mostly about the pen and the fact that i was intoxicated. I normally hate guys like you… who think they can do anything just because you were blessed with a pretty face and nice body. I try not to judge too harshly i was once a neanderthal as well.
Anyways you bought me a drink, I said thank you with a kiss.
Well i’m sure you remember what happens next?
Oh you don’t. Okay let me remind you.
You wanted to take me home, and i said “no” when i said that you were appalled and objectified me in every way possible because i am a girl.
Then spilled a drink on my dress, laughed and went on to your next victim.
So I am the girl you forgot… Which is the best thing, to be away from your salacious thoughts.
The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It’s the window to my soul.