On a terrace at dusk, enclosed by black, ornate railings,
there was a man
declaring his love below.
He said, “You must remember everything.”
I must remember everything...
This is a story about forgetting and remembering.
In the countless worlds where stories flow,
some things we can choose to forget, while others are beyond our choice.
Like the times we turn away for a moment and forget what we should never have forgotten.
The memories may be gone,
but our hearts remain unchanged.
Like a distant, blurred figure
seen through thick fog,
still making our hearts beat faster with a flutter of emotion.
Then someone whispers from the depths, “Please, remember.”
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