Every one is a story—you are a story to me as I am to you. When I tell a story, I remember you, and you, and you. It doesn’t matter if I got the time wrong, got the dates messed up, maybe I changed the way you looked that day in my mind, and described you a little less accurate than I would like to, or the way you would like me to, but forgive me. Forgive me because that is the way I remember you, and that is the way I choose not to forget you. So let me tell my story about you. You are my story, more than just a story, of course. But let me tell a story about you-I might not tell it any good, but that’s just me—don’t judge a story by the way it was told; if it’s possible, take it as it is, and remember that with every story told, someone is remembered, but someone is forgotten, as well.
When we tell stories, we are really telling stories to ourselves, we don’t wish to forget; and so, we remember, I remember you, by telling stories about you, hoping you’ll know I remember (you).
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