Scared to Forget

Some memories feel like they’re slipping through my fingers, and honestly, that kind of scares me. The way someone’s voice used to sound. The specific laugh that filled the room. The little details that once felt unforgettable, but they're starting to blur, no matter how hard I try to hold on. I catch myself reaching back, trying to replay it all perfectly. But sometimes it’s just soft flashes now. And as much as that hurts, I think maybe it’s natural. Maybe memory was never meant to be a perfect archive. Maybe love isn’t in the sharpness of every detail, but in the way they still live somewhere inside me. Even if I forget the sound of their laugh, I’ll remember how it made me feel. And I think that counts for something. Maybe everything.

• Nostalgia
• Memory