0346 AM, Cold floor

It’s sad that we meet hundreds of people throughout our lifetime, then life takes its natural course and we eventually forget about these interesting people through passage of time. Some we don’t even get to see in real life ever again. They are reduced to memories, Facebook profiles, phone numbers and faces without names, or the other way around. Can’t we accommodate all of the good ones?

Or better yet, can’t we know who’s going to leave or stay? That way we don’t have to waste our time investing our life on someone we’ll pass off as a bad memory.