Remember Me
"For some reason you seem to get it out of me".
It would be too peculiar if I said everything from the start.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing".
"Don't believe it".
It was already enough to have the same exact tastes in too many things, to understand each other without words, to feel each others moods, to know what to say, when to say and how to say it without even asking before.
"Read my mood through Skype, eh ? Impressive".
I might be wrong.
I might be right.
Nevertheless...
"I understand".
Once on Sunday, in June, many years ago, for the first time ever I was sharing my soul with somebody, with the same person yet of the opposite sex. And 400 days later I was left alone.
400 days later I was left alone...
"I have a feeling there's a bit of me in there".
I do not claim to own you. You cannot really say you own me. Yet somehow I know in the middle of summer you might recall that it's also an Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event.
