Mono

Even if these peaceful days are coming to a close, I still remember that stranger I called myself three winters ago. I recall those days as no mere event, but a sea of warnings leading to some relentless betrayal that shattered a young man wanting no more than a friend. I won't discard those memories as just another nightmare to be forgotten, but as a lesson to be honored and learned from. If a memoir is a recollection of an experience, then for me it is far more valuable than any knowledge a college textbook could teach. That lecture is reality and all its followings. In addition, I've excluded all the true names of those mentioned in this text not out of courtesy, but out of respect.