Forgotten...

.....that is how I feel. Forgotten, overlooked. Unremembered.

Nothing deliberate, although there may be an element of meaning to. But just as time moves on, the thing that we agreed would never happen, has.

It makes me sad, annoyed, petulant, and needy. And I hate myself for hating your happiness. What is wrong with me that I want you to be miserable, pining for me. Although I have no intention of going over old ground, it makes me want to.

Unremembered. That's the best word.