For a moment,

I wonder if the people I knew remember me the way I remember them.

I wonder if they hesitated to smile or say hi when we pass each other on the streets, just like how I do all the time.

I wonder if people remember me like how I remember them, even the ones I never spoked to but only saw a few times or knew by face.

Actually, most of all, I wonder about the people who used to share their thoughts and secrets with me will remember me or the exchanges we once had at a point in time.

I remember the randomest of people, the randomest of memories.

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