Sometimes it seems like the harder I try to hang onto something, the more quickly the memory itself disappears.
It’s quite strange, like a blank space wiped within my memory storage device.
It is as if these people never existed, imaginary characters that were conjured into existence at a whim to fulfill roles and utter dialogue at a script’s notice. Chance encounters, random events and conversations never occurred.. I cannot clearly remember your face. I’m unable to remember what we discussed, how we met, the long-lasting consequences in present tense of our history.
