I'm pretty sure that I'll still remember this day even ten years from now. But... I'm sure I'll start to forget, little by little. The name of the bus stop we got off at today. The color of the sweater I was wearing. The words that were popular between the two of us at the time. I'm sure I'll start forgetting those things, little by little. Apparently, that's called loneliness. One day, atop a burning, blinding stage, I'll learn that for myself.