Now You’re Just Another Name On The List

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Now you’re just another name on the list of people who were once so close but are now so far away, who used to know parts of my life and parts of me but now I can barely even recognize them, and your name is now with all those who once said they will always be there but eventually left. Now you’re just like the rest of them.

Now you’re just another name on the list of actors who made a cameo in my life. They pretended to be different, kind and real but showed their true colors after the show was over, after the crowd applauded them and after they took a bow. Now you’re just another name on the list of performers who never really cared about the role but only wanted the attention.

Now you’re just another name on the list of memories. The memories that I thought would last forever, the memories that I thought I would recreate and the memories that weren’t supposed to end. Now you’re just a bunch of meaningless text messages and scattered photos that can be erased or deleted. Now you’re just a memory that can easily fade away.

Now you’re just another name on the list of unanswered questions. Questions about your words, your actions, your intentions and your integrity. Questions about your lies and your promises and questions about who you really are. Now you’re just another question that doesn’t have an answer. 

Now you’re just another name on the list of people to forget. The people who never really wanted to be remembered, who didn’t plan on making a lasting impression, who only wanted to be temporary visitors and secondary characters instead of leading roles. Now you’re just another name on the list of people who won’t even make it to the credits.

And now you’re just another name on the list of people who will remain just names. Names on a piece of paper that can be stepped on, thrown away or shredded to pieces. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

Rania Naim

Writing makes me feel alive. Words heal me.

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