Memory

She seems so real in the moment, so here and vibrant it seemed crazy one day she ever wouldn’t be.

But the most beautiful things are fleeting and temporary, which is probably why they are so mesmerizing.

We know we won’t have them for much longer, so we look at them and we steal a little bit of their soul. On paper or a picture or sometimes just a memory.

I had the privilege of this, seeing her and being with her. So rare, so simple yet so complex.

Soon she wouldn’t be on the same road with me. It was just a coincidence our paths had crossed in the first place.

Although it was selfish and greedy, I wished I could stop time and just let this moment stretch on forever and ever.

She made me crazy, but what made me crazier was knowing soon she would just be a memory.