Memory is something that varies from person to person. During the days when I couldn't forget it, you pressed the delete button on me in your brain, and I was kicked out of your memory. We did not become best friends who talked about everything, or enemies who were extremely jealous when we met. We chose the most popular one, not the most familiar, but we are indeed strangers.
This is the most ordinary story, but it is the most complete half of her life.