I don't remember when or how I used to love; only how much I wanted to love. And when I did, it was taken from me.

  But it leads me to wonder now, what good is love if it will be forgotten?

  So, when your vision blurs and you feel the light in your eyes slipping away, will you still remember those memories that injected those final doses of serotonin into you blood stream?

  Will you still remember the gradient of night and day, a beautiful display that would never last forever?

  Will you still remember those jokes you cracked to me while I felt the world melt around me, gradually becoming imprisoned in my dreams?

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  I still am pacing around my same four cornered room, waiting for you to speak, to rest your hand on my shoulder again, to make me smile. Nothing changed with you. The only thing that changed was me.

  Will you still remember the name of your family, your friends, the people that made you smile, the people that made you feel something, the people who gave you a purpose?

  Will you still remember those worthless tributes to our love?

  For one day the light from my eyes shall dull as well, those tributes suddenly turning into waste.

  But will you still remember me, even if death snatches you away from me, doing its part?

  Will you still remember to call out my name when I pace around in my four cornered room, once again?

  Will you still remember to catch me when I plummet down from that heaven of ours?

  Will you still love me?