Byebye, to you Motoharu, and to you Nana-chan.



I've always been asking myself this question.

Am I a memory?

Or is the memory..

You?

Are we nothing... but a collection of memories?



They say that a memory...
.. is something you reconstruct depending on small fragments of recollections in your mind.
They say that remembering, is the same as seeing illusion.

What is existence?

What if we had stopped there?
or if we'd turned the corner...
What if we hadn't stumbled over pebbles,
or even gotten lost?
What if we'd never stopped...
What if back then...

What if... What if...

Innumerable small choice led me onto the road I'm now.

when I was right, and when I was wrong.
I was always me.
You, him, and everyone...

We are alright now.

It's alright now.


The sad times
The happy times
All of them are precious memories.

So I pray,

Please,

Let these forever be precious memories...

for you as well.



THANK YOU
[Bokura ga Ita, March 26 2015 finished]

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