The memory of a time that was forgotten, that was recently
remembered.
You don't know if it was a good memory -- it's too far back to remember -- but it's still heartwarming to remember a time when things were simpler. I guess it could be defined as a fleeting memory, a building block that often gets ignored
in the house that is your life, but helped build the foundation nonetheless.
There was a friend that I used to know, that I made a definition for on
urban dictionary when I was (I think?) 11 years old. We were friends on a cringe asian fanfiction website.
I don't even know if we were truly friends or not, I was 11, I didn't know any better, but the memory is still heartwarming. I'm 28 now.
I don't remember much about our little friend group, but I remember this little hole in the internet every so often, and how weirdly enough, it formed the person I am today. I was encouraged to get in to art, and that's now a defining part of my life now. I miss you, Iefa, and I miss the friendship our cringe little group had in general. It was a simpler time. Thank you for humoring me.