It’s finally happening.
My memories of you are fading.
Your name still makes me flinch, but your face is blending into the sea of other people.
It feels as though you are simply a character from a movie I watched too many times rather than the man I spent a year with exploring the country.
Looking back, we seemed like a movie.
We seemed perfect.
Our adventures were ones of fairytales.
But the story is over.
The credits are rolling.
You are no longer relevant.
You are no longer important.
I no longer care.
You are just a character who was never actually there.