so that I might remember

We created a world of brightly coloured fabric, but it was a world that could never survive. Imaginary worlds always fall to reality in the end. I want to remember the reality as well as I remember those hours under the dim light tinged with the green of my scarf.

As a much younger girl, I wrote about a lion-hearted girl.
When all of this is over, I want to remember this period without the romanticism that accompanies time passed. I want to remember these days, these lonely hours, because these days have been challenging in ways that I know will fade from memory so quickly that they mightn't ever have been. When all of these challenging and exciting and inspiring and exhausting days culminate into that one piece of paper, it will be worth it. It will be worth remembering. All of that time and love and patience and stress and passion and so so many other vital ingredients.

I know I will forget because I'm already forgetting.