When Nothing Becomes of Something

I found an old note you wrote me, and it made me sad.
Not because I wish it was meant for now, for it made me so happy when it was meant for then. Now it's just something that used to be important.

I think everything is important to us at one point.  It's only when it loses it's meaning do we disregard it and find ways of moving on to help us forget.

I forgot what it felt like.
But this note made me realize that none of your words made sense at all.
Because you didn't really mean what you said that day in the forest.  You only said it to make me think that something was to become of this nothing-ness bullshit you threw at me. Like you couldn't have just been honest in the first place.

And that's what makes me sad.