Somehow what we had seems less like it really happened than it was a dream. Like something that happened in the passing. It doesn't seem possible but somehow it all seems like a distant past.
Or as if it did happen, but could only be recalled in that moment of trance, when you are awake but yet to be unattached from the foggy dreamland.
The memories seem a little too clouded with rather too much uncertainty.
For some odd reason, I couldn't recall anything no matter how hard I tried to reshuffle the thoughts and go back in time, travelling between lost spaces and buried words.
When did you first hold my hand? When did you first kiss my face? When was the first time you told me you love me? What did I feel at all those times?
Where did all the memories go?
