You need to understand one thing about me.
Having struggled for years now with major memory problems, I don't trust my own memory anymore. If something is/was real, I need little reminders because all pictures and/or mementos have been lost. When you can barely remember your own name, well, let's just say, "Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost."
I remember a long motorcycle ride, and at one point I put my hand on your heart and left it there.
You never moved it.
I've always been terrified of motorcycles. I understand the thrill of it, certainly...it's the closest thing to flying after all. But the insurance background of mine just thinks about statistics - mortality and morbidity - when I see a motorcycle. It may as well strut a big sign overhead that says, "Deathwish."
But you made me feel safe, regardless. Of course I fell in love with you. What woman in my place wouldn't have?
When I mentioned it to you later in one of our stops, you said, "Notice I didn't move it away?"
And some time later, the question, "have you never wondered why I didn't want to adopt you?"
Tell me it was real. Confirm it for me, please. Don't let someone you once cared for languish in wonder.
1:25 a.m. - 2020-02-21
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