She wants to forget how your eyes fall into hers. You don’t know what used to conquer her mind when you did that. It’s either you’ll be the death of her or you’ll bring her back to life. That’s what you did to her and what you still do to her and she wants to stop that. It haunts her every being. You are now only a memory yet you keep stealing her chances of creating a new one. Your eyes reflect all the eyes of the man who wants to meet her, know her. She can’t see the beauty of life when she remembers how you used to stare at her face. It used to be all love. Where are those now?

She wants to forget the taste of your lips. They’re salty but they’re sweet. Every muscle, every bone in her entire body is pounding while your tongue and hers tied knots. It gave her a sharp pang of emotion hitting her straight in her heart. She felt crippled, desperate out of control. She wanted more of your lips. It drove her insane. They’re the best. But who are you kissing now?

She wants to forget how your voice hugs the letters of her name. It used to be the sweetest music to hear ears, spinning around in the haze of her head, clouding her senses, glazing her eyes, and blurring her concentration. It was everything. Can you imagine that? The sound of your voice could be everything to someone, affecting the deepest part of her soul and memory. But you stopped singing her name. You stopped the moment you heart stopped beating for her. Where is the song of your love now?

She wants to forget the scent of your soul. They used to bring her to sleep and show her the beauty of every dream making her not to want to wake up anymore. It was the loveliest scent she ever smelled. It dizzied her life, throwing a potion of charm to her heart. It made her fall for you more and more each and every day. But the smell did fade, didn’t they? Just like your love. They were gone like a bubble in the skies. Where did they go?

She wants to forget how your touch tangles her life. Your skin to her skin brought her on the verge of exploding from the sheer thrill of every moment. It gave her the desire to dive in the depth of your being, experience you with all her senses, and drown her self in the waves of spectacular sensation covering her existence. Your touch was her life. It made her hard to breathe sometimes because they’re like dandelions blowing wishes in her lungs. But why do you let those dandelions fly away?

She wants to forget everything about you. Everything about your life together and how it used to be. Everything about your love for her. Everything about her love for you. They were perfections, a glimpse of her supposedly forever. She wants to forget it all. But she can’t.