I believe that I don't forget my past; my other half just refuses to accept it.
So, when my mother told me that I used to be really close with you, I surprisingly ask, "Really? I don't think so..." but Mother knows best and I'm pretty sure she's right. I remember this picture: It was your birthday and I think I kissed your cheek for the picture. Maybe it's just me remembering some other small boy. Who knows? But anyway, now we're really distant? Or so my my mother states. Eh, I thought you were introverted, but maybe, now that I think about this... maybe it's just me.
No, it's not him. Don't try to guess. I'm in denial.
