If you were still here, would we still talk?
Or would we just drift apart, like clouds on a lazy summer day?
If you were still here, would you remember me?
Or would you forget me, like a taste of Lethe?
I don't know. I don't know at all.
But I know I would rather have you forget me, like I had never existed.
If it meant that would lose you, I would never be friend.
Those memories we shared would have been lost.
But at least you would be here.
To Katrina. 1.14.13
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