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Sunday, 15 February 2009
Reverie

It's amazing, yet..scary, the way just listening to a song triggers such vivid, strong visual memories; how much I remember from a particular saturday afternoon almost three years ago now.

See, I remember it being one of the first times we hung together and everything just feels like a dream right now..the reality of how time truly does fly, cliche as that may sound, just really hit me(again). It makes me shudder. There are all these random details I remember; how I was early and pretending to sleep on a chair, mistaking someone else for you before you actually came, writing my notes on paper from your dad's company... I even remember what shirt I wore, no joke. These memories aren't intentional, but you know how sometimes, you just happen to remember certain events in strange ways...and well, in my life these events usually have a significant impact on the person I am today.

I remember, studying the conflict in Sri Lanka that day, drawing tattoos on you using textas, and, well..my memory sort of stops there.

What I'm trying to say is, you have helped me grow so much, three years on, I hope to be saying the same thing. Memories from past years generally take the form of your hand in my life...but those of the next years wouldn't really be.

Still, the most powerful memories from last year included you all the same. And, you have already formed one for me this year. Isn't that amazing? Or, scary...?

love, 22:24
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