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"can i ask you something?"

"anything."

"why is it every time we say goodnight, it feels like goodbye?"

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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded to be dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandmother who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease.

The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 5 man with a beard of blazing fire and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is-she loved him before she remembered him.

(Ritika Jyala, modified excerpt from 'The World is a Sphere of Ice and Our Hands Are Made of Fire.')

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