My Name Is Memory

Daniel tells me that he s always loved me. That I feel the same. That I always have.



Not just in this life, but in my last life, and all my lives before. But I don't remember him.



He says he is always searching for me. Always hoping that one day I will remember. But it is only he that carries the memory of our love.



I know that finding true love is never easy. Perhaps you have fought for it. Perhaps, like Daniel, you have endured the pain of it being unrequited.



I hope you never have to face the heartbreak that inevitably awaits us.