Memory

Why is it that I can barely remember anything from my whole trip to Canada but my brain is digging up so many "incompatible truths" that the Semi-Imaginary One told over the years?

So many tiny inconsequential lies, many of which I spotted at the time and my brain is currently parading them in front of me.  I should probably be trying to write them down as I won't have any chance of remembering them if we ever actually try to talk things through.
I really thought we would always be friends, because I am me.  But I also thought we were already friends enough that, for all our relationship has never been great, when it ended it would happen in a far more human way.

The worst part is that, history suggests, I will always love him.  I have never entirely stopped loving anyone once they are in there.

And I am not certain the person I love existed at all.  I want to think that side of him is really there, but current evidence suggests otherwise.


In happier news, the computer game I have been hunting for for days turned out to already be something I had got and installed.  In the UGH of this week I had failed to notice that I was doing it.