Why
Once there was a girl. Now there's a memory. I wish I never met her. I wish I never liked her. I wonder if she remembers me. Why does it even matter? Why is the memory still there? Why does it keep coming back? Why?
Once there was a girl. Now there's a memory. I wish I never met her. I wish I never liked her. I wonder if she remembers me. Why does it even matter? Why is the memory still there? Why does it keep coming back? Why?