the sad thing is, everyone thinks theyâre so forgettable, or they donât mean anything to anyone. but you donât see your high school friend, smiling to themselves, when they think about your quirks or how dramatic you used to be whenever you got a crush. you donât see the person who saw you around a lot but was always too shy to talk to you. you donât remember the person you helped, and maybe you didnât do much for them, but you didnât know that they were having a shitty month and you sparked their first real smile in weeks. you donât see the person that secretly loved you too, who never forgot the soft words that you said, or the way you smiled whenever you saw them, or how you reminded them of sunshine and flowers; and how the thought of you pops into their mind more than you will ever know and in the randomest of places. you will never know that a soft song or strawberries or a sunset will remind someone of you. they will go to the beach and think of you for some reason, until they remember that the last time they saw a color as beautiful and as profound as the ocean was when they looked in your eyes. no one knows their impact on people, or their worth. no one thinks they will be missed when they leave, but they donât know that once you go into someoneâs life, even for a fleeting moment, you stay forever, and you take up a soft place that no one else could ever replace.
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