It’s strange the way people fade into your past and become a memory. Some leave a permanent mark on your psyche, while others will dissipate into obscurity or be forgotten altogether. In one moment these people help form the very essence of your life. In the next they hardly provoke a chuckle or a singular tear. Love decays like rose petals and some friendships only sprout for the spring. But in the now they all mean so much to me. I write this so one day I can look back and remember how feverishly my heart pumped in their presence. How my exuberance abounded with each word that flowed from their souls. But I know such passion only existed in the moment and it will eventually wither into particles of dust. Yet for now my heart crumbles at our severance and my soul weeps, knowing we may not meet until the life after next.