Towards the end of our days with each other, a fervor to make good memories overtook us. So much were we aware of the impending end that we embarked upon a furious attempt to make as many moments memorable as we could. We took pictures of everything we did together, we went on regular dinner dates, he sang to me every night before I fell asleep, I woke him up with a kiss every morning, we shared all our meals, read books that were each other's favourites- our efforts were tiring us. We lost ourselves in making memories.The very little time we had at our disposal was wilting away,unnoticed by us. We were obsessed, thinking of spending the rest of our lives with the memories we made during these last days. But we were completely oblivious that the best of the memories were the ones that caused the worst kind of pain. We were hurtling towards a landslide which was to bury us in the coming days.
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