if you add me, ill add you back

Someone asked me if I knew you,
a million memories flashed through my mind
and I whispered "...not anymore."

“Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see life as a whole: by which and by which alone we can understand others in their real as in their ideal relation. Only what is fine, and finely conceived, can feed love. But anything will feed hate.”