There was a time before either of you were famous to the caliber you were today where you and Lewis swore you would never, ever forget each other. That’s easier to say when you think you’re in love. Maybe you were, and maybe you messed it all up — a simple instance of miscommunication and suddenly, your relationship was gone.

As with any breakup, you went through the various stages of grief — you were angry, you were upset, you ate an uncountable amount of ice cream pints, but nobody prepared you for the panic you would feel as you started to forget the little things.

First, it was his eye color. Then his middle name, then his favorite color, even down to the scent he wore. Slowly, piece by piece, you were forgetting someone you thought would be the love of your life.

You were preparing to head inside an awards show, getting your picture taken on the red carpet before the event starts. Afterwards, you head inside and find your seat, adjusting your hair. Then it hits you. It smells familiar, but you can’t place it — until Lewis sits down beside you.

Suddenly, all those memories you had hidden in the back of your mind started replying in your head like a cruel slideshow of what could’ve been, and it makes your heart ache. So much for forgetting about him and moving on with your life.

You turn to glance at him, at that smile you no longer recognized. You felt sad enough, then he opened his mouth.

“Hey, I’m Lewis. Guess we’re seat buddies tonight, huh?” He questions with a chuckle, but you just sat there. Did he seriously just introduce himself as if he were a stranger? As if you were someone he had never met before, nevermind dated for years? Maybe he was just being friendly, or maybe he was really forgetting you like you’ve been forgetting him.