And that's okay

Sometimes you just forget...

...about me.

     I just know that you forget about me and I guess that's okay. I can't expect you to think about me as much as I think about you, I really can't expect even a "hello" these days. So I've stopped. I've stopped with my wishful thinking and waiting around for you to speak to me. I've tried talking to you but you have plenty other things to worry about without me in the picture, and that's okay. Honestly, it's okay; I understand. I know that I'm a handful and you're just better off concentrating on yourself for now. You don't have the time or memory to keep me satisfied... you'll just forget about me like you do every so often.

     And that's okay, everything is okay. I can live with you temporarily forgetting me and possibly forgetting me forever. It's okay. It's a new year and I've been such a part of your past that I would understand if you forgot my name and my appearance. I don't mind anymore because I love you, and that's okay---isn't it?

     I suppose you're happier now, you're standing on your own two feet with no reason to lean on me. There's no more Nancy so in turn there's no more me, and that's okay because I'd love for you to live the life you want to live. I'd love for you to remember not to forget about me, but for now you'll continue forgetting and I'll continue remembering for you.
     And that's okay, promise.

It's okay to stand alone sometimes.