Sepia and Burnt Edges

My memories are starting to fade.

What was so vivid just a couple weeks ago is now blurry and foggy. I remember I smiled, laughed, was loved and was something like happy. But I don't remember why anymore. It's like sand escaping through between my fingers. I don't want to think about the bad, and I don't want to think about the good either. I know he isn't thinking about it, so why should I? Why should I hold on to something that has lost its original meaning?

But I took away the scrapbook of our once beautiful moments together and of just how much love and dedication I gave ... just in case. Before I left, I just had a feeling that I will need it more than he does. My life will take me so far away from this, that I will not remember without a reminder.