I’m slowly forgetting you.

First, I forgot the exact color of your eyes while waking up. Then, I forgot how your voice sounds. (It’s crazy how many times I’ve tried to recover it in my mind without any result). I forgot which coffee do you prefer: sugar-free, plain black, or with milk? I forgot the nickname your grandpa gave you when you were little and today I couldn’t even remember the first digits your number. (Even tho I’ve typed it for years). I’m forgetting the taste of your quick kisses and I can’t remember which names did we choose for the kids we’ll never have.
I’m slowly forgetting you and it’s terrifying how forgetting something that meant the world could be a new, fascinating beginning. This is a revolution within me. I’m being reborn. I’m starting to live again.