Memories...
I have this picture of you in my head, two actually.
Two moments where the thing you did somehow seemed to be... more.
...Two moments that I am deathly afraid of forgetting.
I can see them clearly, these moments. The lighting. Your hair slightly disheveled. The smell. I'm there.
But what about tomorrow? ... Or next week? ...Will I remember then?
Should I remember?
Two moments where the thing you did somehow seemed to be... more.
...Two moments that I am deathly afraid of forgetting.
I can see them clearly, these moments. The lighting. Your hair slightly disheveled. The smell. I'm there.
But what about tomorrow? ... Or next week? ...Will I remember then?
Should I remember?
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