Dear parasite,

Why must people ask me about you?

I know we were seemingly inseparable, so I can't blame them, but it is not an experience I enjoy.

I do not want to be reminded of everything that we no longer have.

Whether I want them to or not, the memories won't go away. Especially not with everyone bringing up your name.

It makes me wonder if people do the same to you. Although I know my name is taboo in your family, so perhaps not, and you have the luxury to be in a different town now, so you must not run into many people we knew. Or perhaps I'm wrong.

Do they ask about me? And, if they do, does it hurt you, remembering me? Or are your memories of me just as sour as my memories of you are?