Empty Bed of Memories

It seems like forever ago when my exgirlfriend first moved into her new apartment.  Her parents kind of kicked her out, either that or she was a making a stand against them claiming her independence.  I was sad for her, but I was proud that she had found a place to live and was going to try to make it on her own. 

I helped her move in her stuff and I stayed there a lot of nights.  And although she was probably sad about not being at home with her family, she was happy to have some place that she thought was hers.  I remember I went to Target once and bought her a kitchen cart and some shelves for her kitchen.  She was happy about it I think, and I put them together and set them up.  It was a nice feeling.  Like we were young newlyweds trying to start our life.  On cold nights we would order out or make soup, and cuddle up on the couch watching tv.  She would always fall asleep first.

Whenever my ex fell asleep, I would look over at her and smile.  She always had a peaceful look on her face, and I always knew I was lucky to know her.  I would kiss her on the forehead and I remember many times, I closed my eyes and literally thanked God that we were together and I asked for him to keep us safe.  Even later when she moved out of her apartment and she spent nights over my house, it was the same.  I loved her and felt secure.

Now I think about this empty bed that we bought together, and I think of all the stories we shared laying next to each other.  I'm sad.  I miss her so much. All these memories that I'm supposed to forget like of her apartment and of us buying a bed together and things like that... I dont want to forget those memories... but remembering too much just hurts so bad.

One day in the future, she will be moving into her new apartment or maybe she'll be buying a bed.  I wonder if she'll remember our times together?  I wonder later on, when she's doing all that, if I will?