This Exact Universe

[around april, 2022]

Maybe I should start writing on paper again. I'm no journalist, but I always have been and forever will be.

I'm starting to forget your voice. Mannerisms. Likes and dislikes. Sound effects. Reactions.

But maybe you were always meant to be forgotten. Because that was the old you. And you have changed. And I have too. And so does everyone.

[august, 2022]

And I met you again.

And for a moment, I thought we would definitely find each other and be together in this lifetime — this exact universe.

But the fundamental problem lingers and grows bigger: we now accept that we have always been different people.

And I let go of the final piece of you.

I loved you. Always.