My memory is starting to fade. Even though I try to hold on to the memories as hard as I possibly can, deep down I realize this is a good thing. Because it hurts to remember what his skin smells like or how our hands fit together. There's still thirty three days to go. That's 793 hours, I mean, a person could go crazy! That's all I have to say, really. I miss him terribly, I wish I didn't have to forget, but then again, I think I welcome the numbness.