Short Story not Told

Yesterday I thought a story. A very good one. I could say (without being pretentious) that one of the best stories never thought. But I felt terribly lazy and didn't write it. Next day I remembered my story and I still believed it was very good. But I thought there was nobody worthy of reading it. It would be like giving brittles to a toothless old man. Today, I have finally decided to communicate you that there is such a story, but I will never tell you. It's my little vengeance. Tomorrow I will not remember my story, neither will you. And there would be no difference between the told and the untold, the dead and the unborn...