Now I wonder if I ever knew the authentic you. I think I did but you've changed beyond recognition and that, in turn, taints my perception.
When I saw you the other night at the concert, we were two metres apart and we acted as if we had never met. And I was trying to concentrate on the band but I kept thinking of how all of that history, that fierce loyalty, that life together was gone.
And there is no proof that "it" ever even existed because you've disowned everything. I have to chronicle these memories because they are a part of me and if they don't exist, I feel as if a part of me won't exist.
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