This story isn't about trauma or some horrific near death experience that changed my beliefs. This is about how I lost my memory and was left to rot in a world of liars and love.
Some stories aren't meant to be found by the world - just by that someone.
This is for when you find it. For when time has done what it must, and the words still know where to find you.
You might know it's me.
A story disguised as a memory - about timing, distance, and the quiet kind of love that never really leaves.