I remember you. I remember the exact line of your jaw. I remember the curve of your smile. I remember how deep you dip your head when I tell you how adorable I find you.
At least, I think I remember these things. I have a few old photographs. Digital and analog representations of what you looked like. They seem so old. Your absence feels like an eternity. I feel closer to Cleopatra than you. Our love feels so ancient.