There and Back Yet Again

The worst thing about lost love is that eventually you forget. You forget the exact colour of their eyes and what their voice sounds like when they laugh. You forget about the gestures they make most often or how they look when they focus. You forget the sound of their voice altogether and the colour of their hair and slowly slowly slowly, you forget everything but a name that can pierce your heart. It slowly ebbs in time, until the name and fuzzy memory is nothing more than a feeling, a dull hollow chasm where nothing remains, and it feels like there's a piece missing, a part of you that you can never receive back. Looking into those eyes again was like plunging into arctic cold water. Bilbo had to stop himself from making an audible gasp. He felt his mouth dry, and a dull ache surface as a deep voice spoke with a controlled and cold demeanor. "You must be the burglar."