Memory is a selective thing –
Choice memories are retained like a favorite shirt
Others are discarded sometimes quicker than we realize

My memories pre-you are fading fast, like a lifetime ago –
Like we have always been…
Always together, always loving, always intertwined, never apart.

My favorite memory is always from the evening before
We lay down to sleep, back to front, your arms protecting me and holding me close, your breath in my ear 
With each exhale, I hear the words ‘I love you’, whispered softly
With each inhale, I say the words ‘I love you too’

My favorite daydream is that we do this every night, well into old age
Still holding each other, still gravitating towards each other as we sleep
Still reaching for each other, still needing and wanting the caress of the other
Still being two halves during the day, joining back into one in the darkness