❝I can understand how people can lose a set of keys. Can forget a name, a place or even a face. But a heart? That I can’t understand. Can’t understand how when you’ve felt the heartbeat of another reverberate through your bones after holding them together as their walls threatened to give way that you would be so callous as to place that moment somewhere in the insignificant and endless annuls of history. Another page in another chapter in another book that is steadily gathering dust and mildew. My heart still beats your name, your face is still plastered on the scars you helped heal, your voice is still singing the demons out of my head…
Why am I the only one that remembers?❞
Kopano Maroga
