But I have promises to keep.
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost (stopping in the woods on a snowy evening)
You will forget my favorite color.
You will forget the sound of my voice, or the touch of my skin.
You will forget my favorite books,
Or my favorite movies.
What I loved doing
The way I walked. The way I talked
The butterflies I had whenever I saw you
The way I did my hair
You will forget…
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.