Forgotten

Here's the thing about me:

I can see my future, but my past is blank.
I see the future in flashes, like memories.
I remember what I will wear tomorrow, and
a car crash that won't happen until this afternoon.
But yesterday has evaporated from my mind
- just like the boy I love.
I can't see him in my future.
I can't remember him from my past.
But today I love him.
And I never want to forget how much.