fleeting

I will hate the day that I will not miss you.


That day when I can't even remember why I loved you. And how much I loved you. I don't want the day to come when I can't remember your marvelous eyes and the love I feel whenever I gaze on them. I will hate the day when I can't remember your smile and how it makes my day just to see you wear it. And I will despise the day when I can't even remember what we did when we loved each other. The memories we made and how happy and loved I felt when I was with you. 

I hope I savored those moments more than I savored them. 

Made the  most of our time together. 

Made very moment count. 

Every once of love. 

Because today we are falling apart. 

Today, I love you.

Today, I miss you.