I had a long time to consider the value of memory. And the idea that just because something doesn’t last forever doesn’t mean its worth is diminished. Maybe it was just a rationalization. Easier on the soul than mourning what might have been. A life unlived. I honestly don’t know. But I chose to believe in memory. I chose to believe in her. I chose to believe that the bond was never broken and that we carried each other in our hearts. As a secret singularity. She made me a songwriter, DJ. She made me a man. There would be other loves, even great loves. But she was right. Only one remained perfect.
I wondered if it remained perfect for her as well. Or if I was just holding onto an idea. Some questions have to go unanswered.Somehow ur always right, i didnt needed to rush, dont want to hurt you again.
I dont know
If i ever see her again,
I dont know
If thats a good thing
or a bad one.
But i will promise you this.
Your favourite story,
whatever it might be
was written for a one reader.
