As the years go by, the memories fade more and more... The details become hazy. Do I remember how your hand felt in mine, the feel of your skin, being wrapped in your arms? Do I truly remember? The fact that it's slipping away tears my heart in two. But at the same time, if it was always fresh in my mind, how would I be able to go on living? I don't want to forget...14 years of my life with you, a living, breathing person. And now, just a memory. I find myself wanting to say I'm sorry. For what? Continuing to live? For forgetting? For starting a new life with someone else? But I didn't want to. I didn't want to.
Just me rambling about life- fitness, faith, food, widowhood, step-momming...and other random things