I didn't know it was possible that I could be changed in a week.
I was scared to lose that.
I'm still scared, that I will forget the faces, voices, and laughs.
Most of all I fear that you feel forgotten.
Do you know I think of you?
Do words even matter, or do they make the inevitable more evident.
Though it may not be plain to see, even a year later, I have been changed.
