I used to be afraid of forgetting you. Everyday I tried hard to remember every little thing about you. Now you're permanently in my memories. Now that I don't want to think about you everything reminds me of you.
I wish I could call. I wish I could tell you how a box of cereal conjures an image of you wearing glasses. I want to pick up the phone and just talk to you, but I can't. You know I can't. So I'll have to settle for writing little messages that you'll never read.
I can't keep it all bottled up. It's too much.
I miss you so much.
YOU ARE READING
Reminds Me of You
Short StoryThere are so many things she wants to tell him. But she can't, so she writes them instead.
