I am forgetting the exact color of your eyes. At first, this wasn't on purpose. I mean, it has been a month. I wonder what will come next. When your eyes fade will your smile follow? Will I forget your hands that always smelled like Jergen's body lotion. Will I forget your birthday?

I stand in the snow and I fight with the neurons in my brain for retention of the information. I want to remember it all. I want to keep it all. It wants to be deleted. My brain wants to stop walking those paths. To let the bonds weaken and fail. I suppose its for the better. I am only one and there are millions of data about you swimming in my head. They want to be deleted.

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