I Will Remember You as You Wanted Me to Remember You!
Remembering is a voluntary act. Actions of whatever nature are momentary but memories are forever. Memory is a strange and tender companion. It holds within it not only the facts of the past but also the feelings, impressions and echoes of the people who have touched our lives. Among these memories, some stand out with glowing clarity, not because of great events or loud declarations but because someone asked, silently or explicitly, to be remembered in a certain way.
When I said, ‘I will remember you as you wanted me to remember you,’ it holds within it a promise, a responsibility and a gentle act of love. It suggests that remembrance is not merely what I choose; it is what you hoped for, what you wished to leave behind and what you needed your presence to mean.
It was your own choice, of course.
YOU manipulated the memories in anticipation. Memories are associated with what you do in the present moment. The memories you plan in the present are meant to flourish in the future.
As the proverb goes, ‘as you sow, so shall you reap,’ the same is with the memories. As you act so shall you be remembered. The choice of how to act was yours and the choice of how to remember you will be mine.
If you want the memories to emit fragrance, you need to focus on dipping your actions in wellness and virtuous intent.
Either feel free to choose a fragrant action so that you leave an everlasting effect on the mind of the person you are dealing with. Or be at your own liberty to decide to be as dubious and villainous as you prefer yourself to be remembered as.
When someone expresses or implies how they want to be remembered, they are sharing something intimate: a curated sense of identity. They are revealing the narrative they hope will outlast them. To honor that wish is not to erase the truth but to recognize that every human being contains many truths and the one they choose to leave behind should be cherished.
People desire to be remembered for different reasons. Some want their strengths highlighted and their weaknesses gently forgiven. Others want to be remembered for the love they gave, for the kindness they tried to spread, for the dreams they attempted to chase even when they fell short. Some wish to be recalled for their humor, their resilience, their generosity or simply the way they made life feel a bit brighter for those around them.
In a world where people are judged often by what they did wrong or by the fragments others choose to see, this promise carries a special grace: it offers a remembrance shaped by empathy, by intention and by understanding.
Choosing to remember someone according to their hopes is an act of compassion. Compassionate memory does not deny reality. Instead, it reframes it. It highlights the moments where the person tried even if they failed. It remembers their intentions as much as their actions. It sees their humanity rather than their flaws.
This kind of remembrance requires emotional maturity. It demands that we move beyond our own grievances or disappointments to understand the other person’s viewpoint; their fears, their struggles, their insecurities and their dreams. Sometimes, remembering someone as they wanted can even bring healing, dissolving old pain in the warmth of empathy. In many cases, the act of remembering with compassion says more about the one who remembers than the one who is remembered.
But ultimately it is the choice of the person who wants to be remembered in the color of his or her own choice.
If someone wants himself to be remembered with disdain,
How can I, at the receiving end, feel poised to restrain?
The moments in which the action was done, fly away swiftly but the memories stay back forever. Memories do never enjoy freedom to make their own decisions.
If someone was kind to me with his actions for even a few seconds, the memories would be kinder. They would stick to my mind and heart forever. The kindness would be stapled firmly with the memory. In this case, the memory would smell fragrance.
When someone chose to love me when I was looked upon by others with dislike, the memories would turn into compassion and love. And here goes the saying that love begets love.
There is no bargaining while dealing with love.
Love emits fragrance and sweetness.
And the memories of love will be sweeter and more fragrant.
If you spared a few moments of concern and care for me when I needed them the most, the memories will be as precious as a Kohinoor diamond regaled in the crown of an emperor.
Memories engage themselves in collaboration with some symbols and sings.
Most of the time, we remember people instinctively: a scent might bring back a friend from childhood; a melody might evoke a family gathering; a quiet evening might bring forth a face we have not thought about in years. These memories arrive unbidden, uncontrolled. But the idea of remembering someone as they wished places the act within the realm of conscious choice.
Every person, knowingly or unknowingly, builds a legacy during their life. This legacy is not measured merely by accomplishments or possessions, but by the impressions they leave on the hearts of others. When someone asks to be remembered in a certain way, they are shaping their own legacy. They are reaching beyond their lifetime to influence how future thoughts might hold them.
To say,’I will remember you as you wanted me to remember you’ is to accept this legacy and safeguard it. It is like holding a fragile gift passed into your hands. The memory becomes a story to preserve, a story that reflects the person’s deepest identity rather than the fleeting judgments of the world. Remembrance is not a static photograph; it is a living, breathing tribute. Each time we recall someone in the way they wished, we breathe life into their story. We reinforce the image they hoped to project, the legacy they dreamed of leaving.
Personally saying, I would love to be remembered with respect and grace.
I would never choose to be remembered with disgrace or foul words.
Memories smell sweet.
But memories also stink.
If you have hurt me, I can’t guarantee I will not remember you with you disdain.
If you have humiliated me with your words and actions, I am not sure the memories will hold back my pain.
If you choose to play the victim card, the memories may contain disregard.
The option is yours.
So let me say, be wise enough to manipulate your own memories.
Be kind if you want to be remembered for your kindness.
Be harsh to others if you have a strong urge to be remembered in harsh words.
Love someone if you want to be remembered with love.
Love has its own face value.
If you have no intention of loving someone, at least allow yourself to be loved by someone. But getting loved by someone comes at a cost. You need to do some sacrifices, some submissions, some allocations and some considerations. All these revert back in the form of memories.
If you were nice to me, the memories will definitely be nicer.
Let memories smell sweet.
Let me remember you with love and sweetness

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