Do you believe in false memory? How do you know what you think you know about the past? Where is your proof? Don't say photographs; they lie and you know it.

I miss and miss and miss. I don't know if there is any way around it and instead of looking, I freeze. I stop at missing. Is there anything after that? What if I stopped missing you?

No one knows about this. It's just between you and me right now and I'd like to keep it that way.