She was my favourite person in the world. Every day we would talk, she would tell me about her day, the annoying things her dad would do and how her sister was the coolest. Facetiming for hours, only glimpses of it has survived in my mind. Her radiant smile formed dimples that seemed to force anyone looking to smile too. When she came back from overseas, something changed. It went from “I want to see you” to “I guess, if I could find the time”. All day, every day, my mind was occupied with the thought of seeing her, being able to hold her hand as she laughed and dragged me hurriedly though the clothes store. She’s not even a person to me anymore. Only a memory. It’s important to live in the moment and enjoy the present because you never know how long it will last, and when a person becomes a memory, you’ve lost them for good. As much as I wished I could go to her right now, I know that it wouldn’t do me any good. So for now i’ll live with the memory, at least that way I won’t have to know if she’s moved on. If we’re meant to be, we will be brought back together, to make new moments, not memories, because while memories fade, moments last a lifetime.