Memory

I’m a memory. I’m a manifestation of one of Her memories. I don’t have a name, but then again, most memories don’t. They just call me 21/07/2007.

I’m the time when She was happy with him. Until he hurt Her. But that’s another memory, another date. Not me. I’m the happy times, the laughter and smiles.

Every memory looks different, but they are all something related to their memory. I guess I look like him but since there are no mirrors here, I don’t even know what I or he looks like. I just know that I have fair skin and short black hair. So he must have or had fair skin and short black hair. He wears glasses to, because I wear glasses.

Only the most important and dear memories to Her are allowed to reside in Her Soul. I used to stay there, along with Childhood Memories. We had great times there, just talking about the memories we were; the memories we stood for. Childhood Memories was one of the only ones with a proper name. She was innocent and carefree, but inside I could tell she was very wise, probably from staying so long in the Soul. It rained sometimes in the Soul, but only when She was very, very sad.

But now I’m in the Mind, and it doesn’t just rain here; it storms. The thunder and lightning is vicious and loud, but I don’t think any memories have been struck by it so far. I might be wrong though. When She is pretending to be happy, the sun is harsh and unyielding, yet in spite of the blue sky, it rains. It rains a lot here in the Mind.

Soon I’ll probably fade away like the others before me. I can already see it happening to others around me. They are fading, their surfaces becoming transparent. If She doesn’t remember me, then I’ll become a Ghost and reside in Nothingness. I talked about that with Childhood Memories, who was there long before anyone else. Childhood Memories said that they had seen many memories become ghosts, and lose themselves to the Nothingness.

When I opened my memory eyes to the faint shower of sadness rain in Her Mind, I knew that another memory would soon arrive. Maybe She broke up with someone else or, or maybe someone died. Maybe I won’t stay around long enough to find out. Because I could see myself fading already; my fair skin was so pale, like the untouched morning snow. I used to have his jet black hair, but now it’s fading to grey. Soon it’ll fade to white and I’ll be gone.

I’ll fade into Nothingness as a Ghost. She’ll forget me, which means She’ll forget him; or at least the good times She had with him.

It makes me oddly sad for Her somehow.