With age I fear I will forget your face and the things you made me feel. I'm afraid you will become nothing more then another black hole. You will have long forgotten me by then and have no intention on remembering. All of the memories will be left to battle time itself and inevitably disappear. Imagine your younger self dancing through a feild of flowers and June's sunbeams shinning off your hair. How beautiful you looked as your eyes lit up and your dress flowed with the wind. Think of how we wrapped our arms around one another and fell into the softness of the greenery. How we outlined each others name in the dirt with fallen tree branches. I will try as hard as I can not to forget these things and not have them existing only in a nursing home chair. Replaying over and over again in my broken mind. If you would just come back for a minute I promise to remember you forever.