Walking through the streets, just watching my feet, click, click on the cold stone. I’m alone for one simple reason; every season, as soon as it changes, my brain forgets and makes everyone a stranger. You may think this is sad, but let me tell you, it’s not all bad. People don’t disappoint me because of my memory. I don’t ever cry, and I also never question why. Forgetting is forgetting; that doesn’t mean I’m quitting on this cruel life. Because even though I forget, I cherish those little things that make life worth living.