Details
I forgot how she looked. It would hit me in the middle of the night and hurt like the thought had been burned into my mind. Could I forget? I left pictures ready for these nights. Within arms' reach. I would hold them close and make sure I noticed every detail. Every detail I had been over hundreds of times. It's scary how easy it is to forget those things. You are reminded of these details everyday and then when the reminders are gone these details scare you. They become something more than what they were because then you realize how much more you must've forgotten. Things that made you what you are, are now lost.
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