Figment.

I hate letting people into my life anymore. I feel like it's always a huge set up for disappointment in the end. I feel like I never even knew you. It's like all those years you were a figment of my imagination. I try to grasp on memories but they fall right through my fingers. Who were you? This isn't an angry blog, believe me. I'm just wondering how you can spend so much time with someone and completely forget how they were only after a short time. Let's just say I'm more of a cautious person of who I open up to anymore.