„You remind me of someone I used to know.”
He squeezed my hand.
Tilting his head in my direction with a smile.
“You too.”
I squeezed back.
It was weird, but the good kind of weird.
Where you want more of something.
I felt like that.
“Tell me about him.”
He stopped.
Did he really want to know?
Why?
I don't even know it myself.
Despite not being able to remember, I tried.
I looked into my heart.
I saw locks and closed doors.
Labyrinths and dead ends.
I ran around, picking up rocks and sticks.
And I found something.
I blinked.
I opened my mouth.
I breathed in.
I squeezed his hand.
And began.
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