Right now the memory of you is clear in my mind. Crystalline. I am able to recall your image, sound and disjointed action to the point of obsessivity. That moment, one in too many to count. One that ejects itself into my conscious thought at every corner of the day. But I know all too well, from experience, that soon it will fade. Soon your face will evaporate into a dark well, your voice will change in pitch or depth and maybe even your words will exchange so that, after a while, this memory will be a memory. I will have forgotten your solid existence. I will have forgotten you. I don't want to forget you.