It’s almost been four years.

It’s starting to become a blur, how you usually comb my hair before school. I’m starting to forget how you sound like, how you used to read newspaper in your favorite spot on weekends.

I’m really scared, that I would wake up one day and forget you entirely.

All I have are pictures and memories. So abstract and intangible.

I’m afraid of losing you, and then I realized, that I already did. And then I don’t know how I feel anymore.