Remember, by Nicholas

By November 21, 2018 November 12th, 2019 NVLD Bloggers

People have always been surprised by my memory, both what I do remember and also what I don’t. I can’t remember where I parked my car, but I can remember when your birthday is. I can’t remember how we set up the room for that event, but I can remember that story you told me about how your parents said they were getting a divorce at Thanksgiving and now it’s completely ruined for you forever. I can’t remember how much rent is going to be for this month, but I can remember how people used to make fun of for your stutter, even as you were just trying to make friends and fit in.

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I was there with you and I defended you. I can’t remember everything on your to do list for me (I’ll be back with my notepad), but I can remember you told me you never learned to drive because your dad never had the patience to teach you. If you like, I can teach you because I know what it’s like when you want to be as fast as everyone else, but you need a little more time and a little more attention than they do. Someday you’ll be better at it than most of them are anyways. I’ll even teach you how to use your blinkers.

I remember to use eye contact when I’m talking to you. I can even make it look normal now. I remember what it sounds like when you’re being sarcastic. Sometimes if I have a good line, I’ll even dish it right back. I might come across as a little bit mean, but I’ll always remember to let you know I’m just kidding. I remember what your face looks like when you’re happy to see me. With most other people, I’m just unsure. I remember all these things even if I don’t know how to start the conversation. Sometimes it feels like I just can’t remember. When my brain doesn’t want to remember, my hands will do it for me, which is an achievement in itself most of the time. I remember so much that sometimes my mind feels like an encyclopedia. It might take me a second, but if you’re patient with me I’ll be able to find your page. I’ll always remember to try my hardest for you as long as you remember to include me. After a while I’ll become somebody that you won’t want to forget.


I grew up on a small town farm in Cascade, Iowa. I have 2 brothers and two sisters and a surprising amount of friends. I enjoyed writing my first post, so I decided to write a second one. It’s kind of fun to write about it and share it with people who understand.

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