I can't remember her. I'm forgetting all the reasons why I loved her - her quirks, her radiance, her kindness and her humanity. All my memories of her are losing their meaning, and the endearing moments I've manage to sear into my brain are fading into a strange abyss of blankness.

It's as if I never knew her.

And then there's nothing left to write. These pages are left unfilled, unfinished and hardly touched.