There are mornings when I wake up and wonder if it really happened at all. Or a humid summer night when I can’t recall how you look as you give me a toothy smile while you’re driving. Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to remember how my name sounds like when you pronounce it. When I start to feel this way, I open my pandora’s box and look at the proof that you existed. The happiness, the chaos, and the insanity. You were here. You may have left, but your memories are still here. You are with me, wherever I go.
“Where are you?”