Even if you lose touch or fall out with somebody, there are things you don’t forget.
On my 26th birthday, I was going through a horrible, rough time. I had refused to celebrate. My birthday is on Jan 3rd. The whole day of the 2nd, I spent writing an essay I had become unreasonably obsessed with. Late that night, two friends came round and, at midnight, brought out the cutest cake with a single candle burning on the top. It was exactly what I needed.
Weeks later, for reasons I will never know, both of them stopped talking to me. We never regained touch and I was angry. When I think about it I still feel confused and fleetingly hurt. I still wonder what happened. But at that moment they knew what I needed and they gave it to me.
I don’t think that every memory of someone can be tarnished by what happens after.