story about vagrant memories.
|I love you. Always remember that, because most likely I won’t. It isn’t your fault. It is my battle. Every day I battle to hold on to you. Every morning I lose a little more. Over the day I think I claw it back, but I have forgotten how much I no longer remember. Your sweet kisses linger on my lips, but what was our first date like? Did I know your parents? Did we have children? Who are you exactly?|
Prompt from micro story contest ▼