Olvidamos.

We forgot how to be silly together.

We forgot how to fight.

We forgot how to appreciate.

We forgot how to forgive.

We forgot how to play.

We forgot how to compromise.

We forgot how to kiss.

We forgot how to laugh.

We forgot how to trust.

We forgot how to hope.

We forgot how to dream.

We forgot how to care for each other.

We forgot how to put each other first.

We forgot what mattered.

We forgot what didn’t.

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.... we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”

{I never once forgot I loved You. I sometimes forgot to show it.}