Sometimes I have to concentrate to remember the why.

I remember the whens. Those are easy. 8 years since I last saw you. Two since we last spoke. Small numbers marking big amounts of time. They sound so uncomplicated don't they? So strangely inconsequential. Such short sentences. Eight years, two years.

Or then there is ten days, two weeks. Tiny ( Read more... )

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