[And this is where she has to be careful, because too many of the particulars might give away too much, and this is a public network. Luckily, it's pretty easy to embrace the gist while still editing out the more eyebrow-worthy parts.]

When we were young, we were really close. You know, the sort of close where you see someone every day, and spend a lot of time together? Then we got separated, and when we met again years later, that person didn't even know who I was. I remembered them, but in their memories, I was just...gone.

["Separated" is a classy way of saying "after I got murdered" but you know, it's technically true.]

So I guess, when there's talk about forgetting something, I can't help but think about the other people who might be affected by something like that. When you're the person who remembers and someone else that you care about doesn't remember it at all...it's just really hard, you know? So maybe I'm just biased.