Memories not pinned like butterflies to a dusty board, but fluid, wild, epic, circling and spinning and wild with possibilities. It is still a form of possession, but it's the only one worth having. A ha'penny's worth of experience and everything plays like new when you close your eyes. The only thing that can't be taken, the only thing that can't be given up.And just in my memory, he lived, not forgotten and still loved. I still posses him... Still have him. In my dream nor in my memory, he hasn't changed a bit. The sweetness of his voice and his loving eyes. I don't want to put him in my dreams for when I woke up, he'll be gone completely... He'll be in my heart so that every time it beats he will be remembered.
I missed him.
Missing him isn’t the hardest part.
Knowing that I once had him is...
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