This is something I have to understand. There are people that are not in my life anymore but I do think about them time from time, and become resentful if I sense they dont ever think of me. Yesterday was my birthday, and I expected one..or two person to say something to me. But alas, nope. It's okay. I've grown to understand that my heart is bigger than most. I don't think I'll ever fully stop caring, even if "he" forgets.