When the world uses someone you never would have expected to tell you about the past, it must feel heartbreaking.
We used to be so close, so close that I almost thought this was how our lives would be: simple, growing old together until our hair turned white. But nothing is harder than people themselves. Who changed? I think it was time. Time tells us that we can never repeat a single second that has passed. So we rely on our memories to support the new world we see.
So perhaps my memories are simply too vivid, and that's why I chose to run away.
