[ WP ] Every time you remember something , part of it fades until you forget it completely .

Imagery of her swirled around me in a hurricane of feeling, leaving me breathless and gasping for more. She was my air. And every time I went back to remember, I was left with less and less, until finally I became empty inside. Slowly, the fragments of remembrance broke away from my heart, melting away into the atmosphere until I could no longer recall the first time she looked at me. 
 
 I had taken it for granted, just like I had taken her for granted. And now all I had left was the ability to bask in the glow of the memories, just as I had basked in the glow of her presence. Everything I could ever think of came back to her. When I walked outside and felt the warm glow of the sun, I remembered how warm it felt to feel her lips against mine. I never drank tea before she came along, but that all changed when she made me a warm mug of... what was it... some sort of green? No, it was a purple hue. No, that ca n't be right... why ca n't I remember... 
 
 At night sometimes, I lay awake and think of her. How it used to feel when she would curl up by my side. But lately my thoughts have been growing less and less vivid; I ca n't remember the smell of her shampoo, or the phrase we used to say to each other before we went to sleep. I've tried to steer my thoughts away to something else, in an effort to preserve the moments I have left; save them for times when I really need them, or times when I simply do n't want to think of anything else. But that's the problem; I do n't want to think about anything else. And I know if I do n't stop there will come a day when I can no longer recall the brightness of her cobalt stare... no, it was jade. Beautiful green eyes, that when you looked into them, you were taken away to a luminous paradise. 
 
 Her. 
 
 But once I start to remember, I ca n't stop. A flood of color envelopes me in a breeze I ca n't fight, and all of her comes back. I can see her in front of me. But each time her glow dwindles, and more of her starts to fade. And my heart gets a little lighter, but not in a good way. My heart lightens because there is less of her in it. And when she leaves, she takes pieces of me with her. Maybe when I remember her for the last time, she'll take the last piece of me with her.
