I leave little pieces of you behind, in my words, as I delve into what we were to discover who we might be. As I write to express what I have felt inside of a moment, for only a moment, or as the lingering result of a moment with you. As I write to who you were, who you are – who you are not, but could be. To the you who is a part of me, separated and living. You come undone between the lines and become my need; I build a whole from these fallen parts of me. So that your meaning in my life does not go unknown. So that you might know you are not forgotten.