I see your name within my list of friends.
It takes me a moment to remember exactly who you are.
Time grows on, and so do we as people.
Time grows on, and I find myself losing you from the grips of my mind... the grips of my memory.
It doesn't mean I love you any less, it means I've found it within myself to move forward and not to stay stuck in time.
Time doesn't stand still for love or pain.
With time comes the natural healings of ones self.
