So, I listened to a song today. Sad, it reminded of several people in my life that I can no longer see, or touch. These people were huge part of the making of who I am; from the girlfriends past, the best friends, the letters, and the few pictures I had of my murdered son, everything adds up to who you are as an individual, and if someone destroys them, you have to dig deep into your mind for any of it.
-I remember a day, where a woman burned all these pictures, and letters received, in a sight that it was to bring us closer, but I think, in the end, it drove us apart. I always recognized what she had as memories to be left alone. I say it drove us apart because we are not together now.
Because of that point, I hold a stack of pictures my wife discarded, and I hold them safe, for when she would like to look again, and regain something of her youth. I will never be that killer of memories that was delivered on me. That, and years later, she has been the best friend I have ever had, and I am glad I have never taken her memories.
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