I memorize our conversations so that I can replay it over and over again every other second I miss you, every fraction of seconds that I miss you. I got your number on speed dial so that I can live the moment when we use to talk endlessly about everything and nothing at the same time… even though we don’t talk anymore. I own no pictures of you to remind me of your face, also I need no proof to remind me that you exist. Truth be told, I cannot remember your face anymore, all I remember are parts of your face- smiling and glistening eyes, your almost flat nose (man, how you are jealous of my nose), your perfect teeth that you flaunt every time you laugh and scar that compliments you so well…I try but I fail to assemble them to make your face.