i remember his hands the most.
so strong. rough and scarred, capable hands.
and i remember him as an extension of his hands. he was rugged, strong, big and protective. i always felt safe in his arms.
but my memory fails me.
because, seeing him now, he's not his hands.
he's not as tall, or brawny, or attractive as i remember.
he's just a boy.
it's funny how we idealize the people in our memories. we're just setting them up for failure in our minds, aren't we? we immortalize some people in our minds, hone in on those specific details that then branch out to materialize the rest of the person in our memory.
and then... they're not what we remember.
he's not what i remember. he's just a boy.
and maybe to him, i'm just a girl.
regardless, we're strangers to one another.
strangers.
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