I miss her today. It may be the rain. It may be the dream. It may be the way she felt. It may be any thing. All I know with certainty is that I miss her today. More than anything.
The gentle way we spoke to each other. The way the cracks on her tongue felt against my own. I could have searched them for days on end. The way she smiled. The way she smelled once all the perfume was used up. The way we made love. The way we held each other closer and closer as if we would fall to our death otherwise. The way we fit together, from our hands down to our character, like the puzzles we mulled over. The ways she changed me.
We forget the bad times and replace them with our own fabricated memories. Except that bad times were few and far between with her and I.
Your mind will do strange things when your memory begins to fail. It fills in. And I think that is even worse than not remembering. If I forget her face, will my mind make its own?
I hope not.
It's all gone and changed and left me here. Sure, I have changed and so has she. But, is that to say we would have changed?
I think not.
A love that strong has a natural strength to overcome. We could have made it. Made it...work. Made it....to the alter. Made it....to the country. Made it...all better.
Can I make it all better?
I'm not sure, but I can try.
And try I will.
