First fan fiction!

I'm REALLY excited about putting this on here! :D

I don't own Pokemon

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Forgetting Me

It's been 3 years since I last saw him. 36 months, 156 weeks, 1,095 days, 26,280 hours, 1,576,800 minutes, or an unimaginable number of seconds

I can feel my heart breaking slowly, cracking like ice. I hate this feeling. It proves that I was and still am, Undoubtedly and Irreversibly in Love with him.

I can still remember the last thing he said to me. "Don't worry. We'll see each other again. Promise." I still wonder if he'll keep that promise.

I've seen him on TV but it's just not enough. He has forgotten me, swimming in Fame, fortune, and most of all, new friends. He did what he said he would. He became the Pokemon master.

I miss him. I love him. But I hate him for forgetting.

For Forgetting Me.

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Really short, I know, but I'm still new to this! ;D Don't be too harsh, OK?