I couldn’t quite remember sometimes. It had been a long time since I had seen you. I could picturise your face in my head but somehow it was always blurry. Maybe it was the dust of those hundred years that had gathered on the plate of my memory that made your face look so hazy. And no matter what I did, how much ever I rubbed my eyes or rattled my head, I couldn’t really picturise you like you were. And as I began to forget trying to remember your face I came across a few photographs. And there you were... young and vibrant all over again. There we were... together and happy... all over again. I could smell my favourite scent on you and I could feel the colours dance in the background. And for a moment it was all the same...