Someone once asked me,
if I lost every memory and remembered no one. Would I be able to love them again?
This made me think of you
how we are connected by years of trust and pain and memories and stories.
But this question,
it made me think of you
knowing that all those years were erased, an echo of a life I didn’t even know I lived.
I knew that I wouldn’t be able to love you; not the you I would be meeting again for the first time.
That person is a stranger to me.