It’s funny how I used to think I could never live without him. Now his face is faded in my mind and if I think really hard about it I can just barley smell his cologne. I can’t remember what it feels like to be touched by him or even the sound of his voice but I do remember the mole on his back and the freckle in his eye. I can still feel what it felt like to run my hands over the scars on his shoulders. I thought such simple things would have been the first memory to fade. I can’t remember his face but I know his soul.