Dear You,

I remember a lot of things.

Almost everything, actually.

I remember the way you laughed.
I remember your smile.
I remember how happy you were when you looked at the stars.
I remember your voice, your quirks, and... your cries.

But there is one thing...one thing I can't recall.

I could tell you the date or day of any memory we shared together, but one.

And that is when I started loosing you.