It bugs me that I know nothing about myself and I cannot recall anything. I try but I think it just may be the host’s active imagination. But when I think about people I may have known, I do not see their faces but I know what they should look like. And yet I still doubt it’s my own memories or instincts and not the host coming up with it.
My love once had gold eyes. He may not have them now, but I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since he fell. The only thing I can remember clearly about him was that feeling of love being so intense that even my host felt it for three days afterwards.
We argued over what candles to get in a store in a dream once. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in so long and now I cannot even recall his looks. Hell, I don’t even know my own.
