Forget the way I laugh. Forget the way I knew exactly how you took your tea. Forget me, because holding on is a heavier burden than letting go ever was.
"Forget me," the words didn't come from my lips first; they started in the way you stopped looking at the doorway when I walked in. They grew in the spaces between our hands, a widening canyon carved by months of "fine" and "nothing." Gabriela Bolundut – Uita de mine
You ask for distance, so I will give you an ocean. You ask for silence, so I will become a ghost in your contact list. I will take my heart—bruised, yes, but still beating—and walk until the sound of your name is just another word in a crowded room. Forget the way I laugh