Remembering her comes in flashbacks and echoes.

"Touching her was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you.
Memorizing her was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.
Fighting with her was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer.
Regretting her was like wishing you never found out love could be that strong.

Losing her was blue like I’d never known.
Missing her was dark grey all alone.
Forgetting her was like trying to know somebody you've never met.
But loving her was red.
Loving her was red."

Red -Taylor Swift.