To the one I love

This was a short piece written under this prompt: Write a love letter to someone, but as you are writing, you cannot seem to remember a thing about them. Me being a romantic, this was the result.

To the one I love:

I write today with nothing but love for you. I know our love was brief. I know it was long ago... But my love persists even today.

I have tried to remember the first time I ever saw you, but cannot. Was it day or night? Was it in the winter or the summer? I tried to remember whether your skin glimmered in the moonlight or whether your scent made my heart skip a beat, but I just can't. Yet, the thought of you, my dear, fills my heart to its seams.

Oh, darling. I want to remember running my fingers through your hair as I loved you once, but I can't seem to remember how each strand felt between my hands. I want to remember what it felt like to lean in and kiss your lips as we said goodbye-- were they soft, like an angel's lips, or were they rough and reassuring? Did I stand on my tiptoes to reach you or did you lean down to reach me? My mind has erased all of these memories of you, yet I long for your touch and your embrace.

Oh, dear. Why is it that, try as I might, I cannot remember knowing who you are-- or even what I loved about you-- but my heart cries out for you?

I suppose what I'm asking, darling, is whether you want to remind me.