What am I supposed to do about the next chapter?

I seem to remember less and less about you each day that passes.
And with each day, you get further and further away, though I'm sure you haven't moved.

I had a dream about you.
I woke up and cried.

I've been listening to the same song on repeat for the past five days because it reminds me of you.
I really wish you would come back so I could give it to you.
I haven't talked about music to many people since you left.
I don't think I've made a CD since you left, either.

I think when you left you took a piece of me with you.
At least, I haven't been myself since you forgot to say goodbye.
I need it back, please.

I'm terrified I'll never be the same without it.
I'm terrified I'm falling apart and there's no way of stopping it, because you aren't here.
I'm terrified I can't keep anything together when you aren't here.
I'm terrified I'm starting to become the old me.

I don't need any promises or anything more than what we had.
I don't even know if I really need that piece of me back.

I just need my best friend again.

I hope it's not just a bad dream.

fear (noun)
1 an unpleasant often strong emotion caused by anticipation or awareness of danger
2 anxious concern
3 profound reverence and awe, especially toward God
4 reason for alarm

"And they feared God, for he was great."

Please excuse me for my irreverence, but I just can't be afraid.

Don't think me egotistical for having nothing to be scared of.

I know I should be frightened of the dark.
For the things it's done to me.
For the things it's done to others.
But do forgive me if I only find it peaceful.

I know I should be frightened of death.
For the way he takes away.
For the way he never gives back.
But do forgive me if I've already met him once.

I know I should be frightened of being without.
For the idea of "never having".
For the idea of "forever empty".
But do forgive me if I'm used to being hollow.

I know I should be frightened of what used to haunt me.
From all the memories in my brain.
From all the ways I'm damaged.
But do forgive me.

Because I just can't remember why they scared me to begin with.

I'm afraid 
of all the things
 I can't ever remember to be afraid of.