Category : Stories
Sub Category : YoungAdult
Each day that goes by the memory of you fades.I can no longer recall your scent. The way it felt when you touched me is fading like the end of a dream. When you used to hold me in your arms, the way you comforted my weeping heart, it's as if it was a life I was never part of but instead watched from the sidelines.
The memories fade from when you tried to make me laugh. A contrast from happier times are just a bit harder to forget, like the way your hands fit so tightly around my neck, slowly sucking the life right out of me. The times you screamed those horrible words in my face that are forever etched into my soul. All those times where you spat at my feet, making me feel as if I should just crawl into the cracks in the walls.
In your eyes, I was nothing and I believed it myself. Time heals all wounds they say. My cuts have since healed, yet the subtle scar under my skin stays to remind me of how far I have come and how strong I really am.
Although forgetting you would suffice, the real lesson is remembering and still having the strength to pick up the pieces of my dismembered soul and move on.
