And so, I question this mystery of life and love and how it’s possible to live and love, then not. I want to live and love without thinking, like childhood memories. Take me back; take me back to those days, those memories… Those memories so distorted, the life and love and time and how little of each I held. I cannot remember much in my life before I met you. You cannot become a faded memory too…..
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