Oh her

I think I will be a memory. Many years from now, you will hear my name and remark, "ah, yes! I remember her." Instead of lived life, Instead of shared dreams, Instead of mutual mistakes and inside jokes and anecdotes and small ways in which you recognize my touch, my scent, my voice, you will hear my name and remark, "I wonder how she has been." And then I shall pass from your recollection, once again. This is my heartbreak.