I was afraid of this.

What I so badly hoped wouldn't happen, is slowly starting to take place. All the things I never wanted to forget, all the memories, the feelings, they're all slipping from my finger tips. I can no longer hold onto what it felt like when I was carrying my little one. I can no longer hear the music play as I watch your lips move. You're smile, I can't picture anymore. The smell of my favorite place, I have no memory of. There are some memories I might be able to do without, but there are those select few that I cannot bear to forget. I'll sit here as long as it takes until I remember. I used to think of some of these things on the daily, when did I stop? Why did I stop? Sure, I mature as the hours pass, but when did I lose control? I have to remember...