And as hours turned into months and months into years, slowly second by second as time passed, she forgot him. All that remained between the empty spaces of living moments were faint recollections of a time that used to be. She forgot his words, she forgot his voice, she forgot his smile.
And every time she let go of a memory of him, he caught it and filled the daily seconds of his everyday life. Every word she let go, he remembered. Those words were hers alone, and they would not be spoken to anyone, they would only be spoken to her again.
What a romantic fool, Adam thought. Someone tell him to move on!