epilogue:

 

and she'd said, 'don't you forget about me.' i keep my promises.

this is the after-story
of (ellipsis).

out of the confusion, consequence. she chose another path. so now, now i need a place to put all the memories she asked me to make.

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August 22

i will remember her:

in the back of the night club, her first time out dancing, couches lined the far walls. we were hot on the floor and hotter in each others’ arms. the chemistry of us could have destroyed our lives, and maybe it did but we wouldn’t know it then. in the darkness we found the couches and i remember nothing but her skin. we must have been a show because someone threw water on us to put us out. we laughed and went back to dancing.