The cliche goes: “And when we are forgotten, we cease to exist.” and “If you don’t write things down, you’ll forget them”.
But why do I write?
I write to commune with the world.
I write because it is a prized liberty.
I write for Yessa. She fills my days with smiles and laughter.
She is the love of my life.
And for now, I am her memory so that she will never forget.
