sometimes i wonder if our past is just really part of a dream that only me can remember although there's always someone else.
sometimes i wonder if you still remember those past years and decades of memories we had, even when I did.
sometimes it pesters me to think if that you were just part of what I would want my life to be imagined as.
but sometimes doesnt always happened.
Present is much happiness, more than everything. Lot more than asked.
