Shadows.

I think the main problem is that no matter how much I try, I keep remembering.
I remember how it slowly got darker and darker. How you smiled and played with me, making me laugh, making me scream. How you took me into your arms and turned the world around.
And how you were there for me. How you still are, sometimes.
How you kindly offered, without knowing it meant so much, and helped me face a weird kind of fear.

And the problem is, I remember us walking. Nearly running, side by side, a little chat. How you offered your arm to me and I took it. And you kept walking and so did I.
And then we found what we were looking for and we came back. And all I could think of was that you were there. Or I wish that had been all I could think of.
Trouble is, it wasn't. It was in my head, somewhere, buzzing around. Still, not strong enough. And I remember but the memory is hardly what is should be. It's not special, it's not magical. It just was. It was nice. It is nice to the day.

Is that all? Will we remain forever nice and never magical? Never special.
At least I believe so because you keep doing things without knowing that it means so much.