Its been so long since I've been here, since I've gone back to reminisce on the memories I've made here that do nothing but fade, and fade away.

I built this house. This small area is filled with things I've spend forever on. I've played here, with friends, with a pretend familiy. I remember so little of them.

I don't know what i was expecting here.

Did I think I'd see any of them again? No

Did that stop me from hoping?

....

No.

I thought about the friends I could remember. I tried to match them with flowers, I seem to do that with everyone. I think.

V - white tulip, I think you gave me one once.

C - Poppy. Felt very you, maybe not though.

W - daisy. I don't know why.

M - Orange tulip. You loved the color orange.

P - blue orchid. You feel very blue in my eyes.

I built a grave, for lack of better words. Just a thing to remember you all. Put your flowers around it.

And to contradict just that: I made the rooms nice. For when if you come back. Organized. I wasn't sure what .. To do. I just wanted to be back. To try and remember.

Someone remembers me.

I don't remember them.

But I can tell they know me, mentions things I did. Its amazing. I haven't met someone who knows me for - awhile, to say the least.

Its nice.

Theyre a little awkward, but I don't care. How could I? I knew this person. It matters.

I feel nostalgic, like I might cry.

I feel like I've somehow joined a group of people.

I don't want this to happen again. Don't get me wrong, they're nice- but I don't want to risk losing another group that makes me feel welcome. I dont want to lose anyone anymore.