I will forget your name someday. I will realize it on the floor in the middle of my apartment, sorting through old photographs that you are not in, thinking of all the people I’ve known. I will remember the long time it took to get you out of my heart, but I will struggle in trying to remember your name until I give up. And that will reach you somewhere across the world and will pang in your chest, and you will know. You will know that I’ve forgotten, and my name will still be ringing in your ears.