It scares me to think that one day you'll forget my number.
You won't remember how I grew out my nails just because you loved your back being scratched.
That one day I'll try to find you,
and you won't know the color of my eyes.
I won't be the girl you tell your kids about whenever they need love advice.
But at least I'll always keep the memory of who we were together.
And my heart will never be far away from you,
my love.