I never forgot her.
Even years after I left her in the middle of the night, she still entered my mind from time to time. Knowing her had changed me. And since people rarely change, she stuck with me.
I'd like to think that I changed her, too. I'd like to the think that I crossed her mind every once in awhile. I'd like to think she didn't forget me either.
When I left her, I left a piece of me behind. I think I probably took a piece of her with me as well.
I left. I didn't forget.