Sometimes I forget what it looked like when you smiled at me.
So I look at the pictures, because I know you were smiling through that lens and looking right at me.
Sometimes I forget what your voice sounds like.
So I listen to voice recordings on my computer and cell phone that I can't bring myself to delete. I love listening to you say "I Love You" and knowing you were saying it to me.
Most of the time, I forget what it felt like to be happy with you.
The feelings were so strong, that they can't be faked. I can't pretend that I remember how it felt. It's been so long. I don't like how I can't remember.
I am slowly forgetting. Some may say this is good.
But... it's not.
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