Just like that, she left, without leaving a trace, a picture, a video to remember, and all that’s left from her, is in my memory, my faulty memory.
Oh how I longed for her. How many times I brushed her off When she was still existent, How many times I wished for her When she is now inexistent. The irony I can’t comprehend.
I could still remember the times We’ve been together The moments we shared I could still remember The happiness we had towards One another I could still rememb- Wait…
What was her name again?
Memory is an integral part of the human complex. Without it, life is impartial – meaningless, void of emotion and happiness. We tend to store strong memories close to our heart, be it something joyful or something depressing. These groups of happenings pieces together in a puzzle what we propound as life.