I wish I would have known that the last time I saw you, would truly be the last time.

I would have kissed you longer.

I would have inhaled your skin and pressed my body against yours more often.

I would have ran my fingers through your hair.

I would have studied your face more, listened to your laugh and voice deeper.

I hate myself everyday for not enjoying the moment more, because now you're gone and I am starting to forget what you sound like.

I'm starting to forget what you look like when you laugh.

I'm starting to forget what you smell like.

I'm starting to forget how your soft lips felt against mine.

I'm starting to forget how your hand felt in mine.

Even though I may forget all of the tiny pleasantries such as those, I will never forget the way you made me feel: whole again.