I might be overly medicated right now, but I had a random thought…
I married the man I never forgot. Six years and many miles of distance I came home to him.
Now if only we could only remember who we used to be, and what we meant to each other.
Even now, when I look at him I can see the first memories I have of us. But regardless of those memories we struggle to rebuild the us we were.
I can close my eyes and see what I wish for. Am I the only one daydreaming?
I wonder if we will ever find the truth we have neglected.