the memories of someone who is not me

[elsajeni]

All right, first, I apologize for cluttering your friends pages by posting twice in, what, five minutes? Anyway, I find myself talking to Ram (not that this is really something unusual since I talk to him all the damn time) and the conversation a few minutes ago turned to SWUUSI and a note which I wrote to him there. The note... well, the note contained a lot of things which I wouldn't have said to anyone else, and which I don't think I would've said to him under any circumstances other than those of that week, that day perhaps. The lake seems so blue in my memory, regardless of what it might really have looked like, and the wooded areas seem so full, really and honestly something that could be called forests. I can see a thousand stars every time the memory-me glances up at the sky; could I really see those stars when we were there?

I miss it. I feel childish, ridiculous, stamping my little foot and pouting because I can't have it anymore, it's gone away and the world will never be shaped quite the same again. But the fact remains that I miss it and wish it were still the truth.