all people are to one another are the memories they associate with them. memories i created with her. the ordinary ones. the intimate and nuanced ones. the sad ones. all of them.
forgetting these memories of her is worse than dying. thats one of my worst fears. being forgotten by her. and forgetting her. no matter how many times i wish she would forget me. because what is life if not an abundance of memories that create our beautiful or sad or tragic lives.
but how do i build a future when i keep rebuilding the past? did i hurt her? did i help her? will i ever know?
her memories are all i have.