landoverlove

Im that other person From that other place At that other time Of course you barely remember me, barely know me. To you we've only met once, in passing in a large group. Brown hair-the pink is hidden, brown eyes with glasses, average height, 'plain' clothes. Traits that a million others share . But what about you? Are you not 'that other person From that other place At that other time' to me? Or are you so important that every person you meet, even for just a few seconds, will remember you? So what if I dont remember you? Is the world gunna end because someone you cant remeber dosnt remember you. What gives you the right to e