the days of fifteen

I feel like memories are hard to forget, but sometimes you try hard not think about them because you have to get over something, such as a friendship. Just when you finally feel like you have let go of what has been and come to accept that you can't hold onto that person anymore, you have to run into that person, and you start to miss them again. Seeing them made you remember how it used to be, how you used to have a part in that persons life. You regain that hope of regaining a friendship. You start thinking of ways to fix things, even tho you know that person isn't interested in your attempts. You begin to think about them often, and you wonder if they ever think about you, if the urge to text you ever comes across their mind; but in reality, you know it doesn't.  I know I can let go, but i think in order for me to let go I have to forget. But I don't think I want to forget. I want to hold on to what our friendship was. I just want to pretend that it's still there. I don't want to have to come to terms that one of my best friends is gone