I remember some things.
Your smile. Your funny little haircut. Your house. Your family. Your birthday party.
I don't remember many things.
How did we come together? What did we do together? How did we drift apart?
And then there are memories that may have just been dreams.
The dance. The kiss. The mistaken belief that I was in love, when I didn't even know what love is.
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