My heart is healing.

It is unbearable.

I want to hurt, but the hurt is ending.

The hurt is ending, and my love is fading into memory.

A memory of otherworldy joy and soul rending pain.

Why must I heal?

Why must I move on?

I want to keep her alive forever.

She has already forgotten herself.

If I forget her too, she will be gone forever.

Will she have ever even existed?

Will she even be a memory then?

Or just a figment of my imagination.