I don't remember the day I lost my favourite parts of myself. But I remember the day I realised they were gone.

In a way, an entire person had disappeared.

This person who would lay still with the lights off, eyes closed, and drink in every instrument of every song until the body melted and the soul was a rock ballad, if only for four and a half minutes.

So when her laugh makes a guest appearance in my dreams, I make sure to tell her I miss her.