It is as if I forgot the sound of her voice, how her voice has always been quiet and soft. You can hear the awkwardness at times, and at times you can hear the sassy tone. It seems that I forgot how high her voice gets when she gets excited and anxious, that cheery lets-go-I-wanna-go-now voice. It seems that way, I only remembered her face, only remembered her actions, her body. But I forgot the small things that makes her, well her. Like that quirkiness you hear when she's happy.
I hope you don't mind, that shes fading into you, you who are the epitome and collection of desires. Just like the rest who faded into you, who faded before you. Her voice is yours my goddess. Please accept this...
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