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i tell you constantly that there is nothing else you could do for me. my memory has been getting worse, and at certain parts of the day, i’d even forget who i was and where i was.
you consoled me, trying to glue the fragments of my memory back, but it was never enough. after all, it was no use. it’d eventually dissolve into dust at the end of the day.
there’s no use. i tell you, dejected, playing with the edges of my shirt as the small chirps of forest birds filled the air around us. i’d just forget anyway. you’d waste your efforts.
you gave me a confused look, the wind tousling your chocolate locks. it doesn’t matter. i think you’re misinterpreting the reason as to why i bring you anywhere i can.
the family of swans were back again, and their graceful, quiet beauty left me dazzled as they floated, tranquil, on the still waters of the lake.
it was my turn to give you a confused look. don’t you just want me to remember who you are? who i am?
no. you smiled. well, that’s part of it — i do want you to remember who i am but, there is another reason.
brows furrowed, i ask: “What is it?”
your grin grew larger. “I just want you to live. That is all — nothing else to it.”
