Have you ever forgotten someone? It’s quite beautiful, really. Quite heartbreaking, yet beautiful nonetheless. Take a moment and think about about someone you love who is no longer with you either due to circumstance or death. Do this with me.
Once you’re done reading this blog, I want you to close your eyes for a moment and try to imagine their face. Reconstruct every single one of their blemishes one by one, their eyes, their lips and their ears. If it hasn’t been too long, or if you have a sharp memory, that’ll be easy. But for me, every time I try to create their face in my mind’s eye, it gets blurrier. Their face is still their face, but there’s a shakiness to it now, it’s wavering a little.
Maybe that’s a basic cognitive fallacy, I don’t know, or maybe they’re slowly fading from my memory.
Now, imagine their voice exactly as it is/was. The pitch, the intonations, their quirky emphasis on certain words. Try to really listen to their voice in your head. Again, a little foggy, hm? It is for me.
I try to picture this person, or any person I’ve drifted from for that matter, as a whole and it’s easy. I can picture their mannerisms, their little habits – like how they tap their toes, fidget or are incredibly calm. But when it comes to the details – their voice, their laughter, their eyes. It gets a little hard. They fade more and more each day.
That happens to me sometimes, I can’t imagine people quite as they were. There are some people though, who I can reconstruct impeccably. Almost as if they were right in front of me. But the others, not so much.
Why does that happen? Why only some people? Has enough time not passed? Do they hold a special place in my heart that the others don’t? Why?
Memoirs of a Muse 