Don't Forget To Remember Her

I think I've finally gotten to the point where I'm starting to forget her. I was looking through some pictures today, and I don't remember being there for any of them. I don't remember holding her, I don't remember having her, I don't remember her being born. I remember her clothes, I remember her birthday, her length and weight the day she was born. But now I'm starting to feel like I'm some sort of stalker.

I think I'm starting to get to the point where she's not really mine anymore. She's someone else's. And that's a painful realization. I don't want to forget her. I don't want to forget her being MINE. But it doesn't seem like she ever was. Not these days anyway. But then I run into Tyler, or I see pictures of she and I, or I stumble across her baby book and then the information comes to me, but not the memories. I'm starting to forget. And I'm scared.