you wouldn’t need a token to remember me by. not if you wanted to remember. it’s only the things we don’t care about that we need a tangible reminder of. little moments you worry you won’t remember one day... you will. you’ll remember and many times you’ll wish you didn’t. because memories mean you lost something. you held something in your arms, a moment, an object, a soul... and you lost it. that’s why it’s a memory. and if a person place or thing isn’t important enough to be remembered all on their own without mementos and tokens, then that person place or thing was never important enough to even be known by you. you wouldn’t need a token to remember me by. there are some who will never ever forget. and there are those who will always wish they could. and there are also some who never remembered in the first place. and the saddest thing I’ve ever known is to remember something that did not remember me. to remember a story or a place or something that happened, and for no one else to remember, or for the place or thing to no longer be. it makes you wonder if you imagined it all and maybe that’s why the memories are so beautiful. but maybe it was real, and it was destroyed. and all you have left is a memory. but at least you remembered, and that is a wondrous thing. you cared enough to keep it. even when no one else did. you held something in your arms, a moment, an object, a soul... and you lost it. that’s why it’s a memory. and it was important enough for you to remember. and that is a wondrous thing. you wouldn’t need a token to remember me by. not if you wanted to remember.