a quick
peck
on the lips
smarter men than me have figured out that each time we remember something we dont bring back images sounds smells feelings back from their original time of happening but that we recall the last time we remembered and that means that our memories get less and less accurate each time over time.
how many things have i forgotten how many emotions have been corrupted how many spoken words have been jumbled to the point where nothing of what actually happened has been preserved over the years.
do i really still remember the first day of school my first kiss my childhood teenage stories or are the random memories in my head just breadcrumbs trailing down behind me into the fog of time.
im still young now so thats a comfort yet i cant help but feel that as the years go by the fog will start catching up to me trying to envelop wrap me in its arms and whisper sweet forgiveness forgiving forgotten.
i cant forget.
the stories have to be told.
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