Change is at the root of every single memory. Because memory is selective; and if an event didn’t change anything… then what’s the purpose in remembering it in the first place?
You changed my life; you changed it forever and you’re gone now and you’re not coming back but I can scroll through the microfiche of my life and find your stock image, grainy and grinning and lively, on almost every daily front page. Every single time a memory of you crops up, something inside me falls onto a soft, pleasant ground like a snowflake.
I’ll never, ever, EVER forget you. Not ever.