I understand that you most likely aren't using this acc or, actually, writing at all anymore. I would just like to let you know, that I rr To Kill You With A Kiss for the first time in a year, and started at 1:00AM. It is currently exactly 4:00AM and I am crying. I read into it too deeply, thought too hard afterwards while listening to I was all over her by Salvia Palth and basically started having an existential crisis. I don't know why. I do know, now though, that life is a mystery. They were never supposed to meet, or exist. But they did... How did he go back in time to a memory he didn't have a pensieve for and relive it longer than it lasted in his own body? How did he have a guardian that never showed up? Who originally made the memory? When did it occur if both of them don't recall it at all, completely anulling the name 'memory'? I don't know. But I do know now, that everything in my life could have changed, by taking a breath differently, averting my eyes in a different direction, or something else as small as a twitch. I don't know if you thought this way while writing that book, but I did while reading it. I had forgotten about it too, I was just going through my notifs when I saw a small reply, almost ignored it too. But I was curious. Now I'm spriraling down this rabbit hole. We aren't supposed to be omniscient. We are supposed to be oblivious, naive creatures. I know this now, because who would want to know everything? That is more terrifying than death itself. I wouldn't want to. I would go crazy, insanity would drive not only me but others mad too. Would you want to know? Just... Know? Maybe you would, from the way you depict things, now that I think about it. But I think our naive nature is what makes us so human. We are simple, we just want to see and hear our current surrounding, because we are focused on ourselves... Why would we care about others? I don't know. Do you? I wonder this a lot. Does anyone out there, human or not... Actually KNOW...?
