Will you remember me? The way I remember you?
All curls and crooked grins, bright eyes and freckles spattered across reddening skin, full lips that form words. They can make me or they can break me.
Do you even know me? Do I know me? Who am I? What do I want? Where am I going?
This place that I am going, I don't know where it may be. I hope it is my home, but I have tried and tried time and time again to lie to myself and say I have one. I do not. I have no place to come back to, nowhere to call home. Home isn't where you live. I don't know what home is, I don't know if it is a person, if it is a place, if it is a thing. I cannot even find a home inside of me. I do not know what home is, but I hope I find it soon.
I guess what I'm saying is, you don't know me because you can't. I don't know who I am, I don't know what I want, and I don't know where I'm going. I don't know how fast I'm getting there and I don't even know if I'll be leaving in a body bag or not. I haven't made a decision to keep going or to stay for those begging me to promise them I'll keep breathing. I don't know.
Will you remember me? In this moment, frozen forever in time, we are two completely intact souls, are we close enough to forever cherish these memories? Do I really want to forever let myself be haunted by tainted memories of you?
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