I am trying to remember. Trying to remember the first time you held my hand (we conveniently blamed inebriation), the first time we kissed, the first time you held me, the first time I felt sure that I could give my heart to you. I fear forgetfulness.
I fear that you will become no more than a disembodied voice, a silent presence, a collection of memories I thought formed a whole but am slowly realising, are dated and no longer true. I fear that soon I will no longer recognise you, only the person I thought I knew. You are changing and so am I. And slowly, if this gulf between us is not bridged, we will become strangers once again.
I am unspeakably sad.
