In search of a magic potion with the power to erase specific memories, people, places and times...
One can move on, but never forget. And when I am alone, the memories of us, what we did and where we went...when we were, what we were...haunt me in my wake, and in my dreams.
I feel paralyzed by the past, and at the same time, yearn for the future; which I know will be bright. But, how can I even begin to imagine, to visualize, all that this bright future will hold...when my story has a beginning, yet no middle?
The saying, "lost in translation" feels quite appropriate right now.
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