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You deleted them.
Perchance you thought maybe everyone had forgotten, and who would read them anyway?
I did. I read them.
I remember.
You wrote them.
Maybe you thought that nobody would look, and who would bother anyway?
I did. By accident.
I remember.
Memories of people I see
You sleepy and dozy in the sunshine, your head leaning against the bus window as it went past the old sandstone buildings, your eyes closed and you're obviously tired but you still muster the energy to half-smile when you catch me making stupid faces at you.
You talking to me in the dark, and I'm going to sleep but don't have the heart to interrupt to tell you so. I sleepily smile at the sound of your voice rambling indistinctly and fall asleep.
You sitting on the grass looking up up at me earnestly and talking, your hand absently picking at blades of grass.
You walking across to me, crying, and we stand and hug and talk for a few minutes, and the wind whips through the air and the spray of the fountain plays across our backs, and you've stopped crying.
You sleeping on the floor in an impossibly tiny little lump, curled up tightly on the carpet, exhausted and sleeping besides the raucous noise around you. I nudge a cushion under your head and laugh at your absently confused expression.
You sitting on the couch in an office, talking on the phone and crying, and I'm sitting with my back to you and I can't say or do anything but wait, and when I hear the firmness in your voice I feel incredibly proud of you and your courage.
You and me and Jess under the tree in Autumn, the richly red and gold leaves spiralling around us from its branches, and we all dance and try to catch one as it falls, and collapse onto the piles of leaves beneath the tree, laughing.
You opening the door and I'm standing there soaked in the rain, and you laugh and let me in.
You crossing the road, escaping, and nobody notices, and I think you're crying. So I go after you with grim determination, and Breannie is behind me faltering and saying "I don't think...." but I grab her hand and yank her after me, and we both walk behind you for a while, and then you turn around and you are crying.
Beautiful things about beautiful people.