The memories of you no longer haunt me, rather they bring comfort . The feeling of regret turned to longing, and somewhere along the way the idea of you became distant. But distance doesn’t make the memory blurry rather as time passes it just becomes clearer. Your smile at times appears when I hear a familiar laugh. In those moments you come to mind, and god you’re beautiful, you always have been. I mean of course I miss you, but I wouldn’t say it’s the right word. It’s the little things you know? The scent of your hair when you rested on my shoulder as we drove home on weekend nights. Your pronunciation of my name when you seemed annoyed. I wonder if my name is ever whispered in your ears, and would I recognize it being uttered by your lips once again? Would your eyes soften at the sight of me, or would they shift at a glance. Perhaps this is me daydreaming, you always said I never got enough rest. I always believed that there’s comfort in not knowing what’s known. Acknowledging the past is somehow more confusing than learning new things, so we try all we can to ignore it. Is that not what denial means? No one escapes time but maybe that’s just a half truth. I know I can never go back and change things, but if I close my eyes when I’m walking I swear I can still feel your hand brushing ever so slightly against mine like it used to back then. In that small instance I know no matter how much time passes or how much my memory fades, it’s you and it’ll always be you. Although those years are long behind can the memory stay?