Blmovesmyheart
I made a promise once, though I don't remember making it.
There is a boy I keep meeting - in dreams I can't explain, in a face that feels like memory. Somewhere inside me, I know I've loved him before. I know I've lost him before.
I don't know how many chances I have left. Only that this might be the last one.
If I don't remember in time, he won't just die; I'd lose him forever.