Forgetting
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I was starting to forget the way his gentle hands brushed through my thick hair. I was starting to forget the scent of his skin on my own skin. I was starting to forget the way he spoke my name in small whispers. And most of all, I was starting to forget what he looked like. I couldn't remember the details of his face anymore. I used to know every single contour of his face. Now, I barely knew the shape of his head. I was starting to forget about the man I loved.
And it was killing me inside.
And it was killing me inside.
♠ ♠ ♠
So yeah, I've had this written for awhile now and I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it alone like this or try to expand it and make it into a story.In the end though, I just decided to post it as it is.
If I think of a good enough idea to go along with this though, then maybe I will extend it. =T
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this.
Comment and let me know what you think! =)