Darn. Why do I even bother.
I bet it never once occurred that I savour every single memory every night like it never left. I want to keep it fresh. I need to keep it fresh.
Is this how Alzheimer patients feel? Wretched thief robbing them of their precious memories, yet helpless to do anything about it; watching it slip through their wrinkled fingers no matter how hard they strain their frail fingers together to keep it in.
Perfectly fine, I said. Swell, I beamed.
Who am I kidding. Deception is after all how you win a war.
i guess its hard to let go. but most of e time its easier said than done.
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