I thought all I wanted was to forget you.
But, oh, how wrong I was.
I can feel it happening. You're slipping away.
Flashes, and blurs, without substance.
I can picture the words, but not the voice.
The bottle, but not the scent.
The shell, but not the contents.
The look, but not the feel.
You are fading.
I am fading.
These memories are no longer mine.
They belong to you, if you so choose.
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