As my mind slowly erases you from it, every image of you buried deep becomes just a blurred silhouette. I’m losing the ability to cope with this. It was something I planned and something I wanted yet now it’s happening, I feel almost like it’s something I can’t control. Like it’s something I want to control. I want to remember. I’m losing things I want to remember. People forget the good and remember the bad, and I forgot about the good but I can remember it now. I want to remember both. I want to remember both, yet I am loosing everything. Everywhere we ate, every single place we went together, even the tiny mole under your chin. Wait, what mole? Did I just make that up? I don’t remember.
Every image of you is becoming a blurred silhouette, I just didn’t realise that I’m blurring myself also; every memory I’m losing is a memory I’m losing of myself. I’m fading with you. Both, soon enough, we will become nothing more than nothing.