remigrate

xvii

oh marcy,

what i told you wasn't a lie, though i didn't realize it at the time. that was when i thought love was just a word, something to say lightly to the one that you were with. past me didn't realize that it was true.

past me didn't realize that i will never, ever love anyone else but you.

marcy, you are the only one for me.

i was telling the truth.

and i never said that anyone else. there was no-one else that i would say it to. because even back then, even when i refused to accept it, i belonged to you completely.

i can't move on. not yet, maybe not ever. i will always remember the times that we had together. i will always remember those seven perfect, flawed months that we spent together.

you imprinted yourself on me like coffee does to pages in a book, and that stuff sticks.