Enough.

Some of the most beautiful moments of my life only exist in my memory. 

There are physical representations of our time spent together, but I can only visit the space where you live in my heart. 

I can't hear your voice, feel your embrace, or enjoy your presence. 

I can only desperately cling to the fleeting moments we experienced. 

I seek lessons from the borrowed time we shared, to reconcile the pain and emotion. I wonder if I gave enough, did I love enough, did I make you feel special enough....was I enough?