I am Remembered and Forgotten

        I was looking through some old photos on Facebook, and it really affected me. I was thinking about how most of the people in the photos probably don't remember me, but is it really that way? My friends from a few years ago remember me (I am talking about the ones I don't talk to any more). I don't know when I began to think I was so forgettable, or when I began to feel forgotten, but I don't like it. I'm not completely forgotten. Someone who was only my classmate probably won't remember me, but those who really mattered do. They sometimes even talk about me (in a good way). I realized this the other day when some one from 7th grade remembered me and said hello to me. I had never really classified him as a friend. I wanted to classify him as a friend, but we didn't talk too much outside of our friendship circle. Well, after my father's death, my friends, Sher and Danielle, told this guy about it. He told them he was sorry and that we used to be friends. It made me feel insane at the thought that he classified me as a friend. Yes, I know... This is insane. Why should I care if someone remembered me? Well, to me it is important. I have had so many amazing people in my life that I had to let go of for some reason. I have had many friends that I moved away from, or left for some reason. I am always happy when I figure out that I impacted some one's life enough for them to still remember me years later. That brings me so much joy. These are the kind of things that makes me happy for the rest of the day. :)