I’m an odd mix of either caring too much, or not caring at all. I know this sounds cliché, but I take it to extremes unfortunately. Something either has no affect on me, or it guts me to the core.
If you are someone I care about, for what ever reason, I care deeply. This can be love, friendship, or simply that I feel connected to or relate to you. In either case, I care about you. If you are someone I don’t like, I don’t just dislike you, I despise you, hate you.
If you don’t fall into one of these extremes, you fall into a third. Nothing. I feel nothing towards you, you have no impact in my life. You aren’t even a ripple in my pond.
So when someone that is somehow, someway, in my orbit forgets about me, it affects me. It is a fate far worse than hate. It means I’m nothing to you. I’m not even a ripple in your pond. And this guts me. More than it should.
If it sounds too much, consider this: if we are the sum of our memories, then remembering you is akin to saying you are a part of me.
If I am not remembered, then I am a part of nothing. Not even a ripple on a pond.