He remembers me in a way I cannot see myself. He says it was true, that it was all there. But memories change the simplest recollection of what was, and suddenly one word is turned into two and we can’t remember the who’s? He says it was all real, that he couldn’t explain how he felt or what he feels. But his recollection and mine are on different paths, he sees the good that we had, I see the bad. Who believes that what is theirs is just for one moment and not for forever. And that’s what we missed, a passage in to the future and we stayed in the moment, yet we were able to drag on the torments…He says he sees things that in his mind are truths; but in my mind it’s all lies and even though we don’t remember the who’s, we always remember the whys? For he says and remembers something that I am to him, but no matter what he thinks, I am still me. I am not held back by the cage of his mind, I am my own kind.
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