Remember, and then, just forget it. Right?
There is always something. Something that is unsaid. Something that they do not want us to know. Something in the air. In the mood. Something that strikes us.
And for each “something” there is a time… A time of regret, a time of desire, and so on…
I will not tell you the truth, I will just turn to the next page trying to reach for a better answer, and when all the answers are unveiled, there will be no reason to write at all.