Forgetting...

 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.

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