It is so hard to write a word. Recalling everything is going to confuse myself once again. My heart is stirred. The incompleteness deep down in me is flooding. Yet, I have decided. I have decided to write about you.
The images have been fading in my head. They are not as solid as you first left me. Your smell was fading, and now nearly gone. Your face, your touch, your warmth have been slowly—the sentiment, the significance have been slowly fading away.
I attempted so hard to remember, to provoke my memories as I started writing. I am scared that I have lost the essence and I will never even notice. I will never be able to write them all down because human’s memories are partial no matter how much a person eager to keep the bits and pieces of his past. Like wine in a bottle, every time a man opens the bottle, some parts of it evaporate. Becoming thinner and thinner, memories evaporate into the air and were gone forever.
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