I remember Her. Her is not a flesh and blood; not a mind or a soul. Her exists within me. When we have Her sad songs have a strange effect on us. We mourn how those songs once made us feel, how we know we will feel again one day when Her disappears. Yet we rejoice always that we have Her now. Even as our eyes narrow and hearts flood with the sorrow we remember and the sorrow we foresee, we are numb to it now. Her is fleeting. I remember Her. I just wish I didn't.