Isn't it strange where you stay away so long that your memories seem like your own imagination? You begin to think, did I really meet those people? Did those conversations really happen? There's no proof, no evidence of this. There are the phone calls, but you can't listen to those again. And anyway, you have a new phone now. People become a part of your past, and you forget they exist when they are out of sight. Then you remember for a brief second during a phone conversation, or while watching a movie, or laying in bed thinking, and longing overwhelms you. Longing to see those faces of your past again, faces that you know were solid and familiar and so real. But then the moment passes, and you're left with your failing memories again, questioning yourself to the heavens and back. Did that really happen? Did we really speak? Did we really know each other the way we thought?
Memories are just a figment that can be toyed with until they are no longer memories, but figments of one's imagination.
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