What if what you know isnโt what people want to hear?
For someone who canโt remember very much, there seems to be a lot I canโt forget.
It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.
I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.
How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?
I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.