I have a bad memory. This is not something new. It’s been that way for a very long time. Long before I was drinking alcohol or doing drugs in college. It has honestly been that way for most of my life.
Every now and then past memories (flashbacks, if you will) come to the front of my mind and they really take me back. Usually the catalyst for the flashback is music. I can’t always tell you what year was what and exactly everything that happened, but with the music, it all tells a beautiful story in it’s own fucked up way. The music is usually more real than anything else. The music probably has a lot to do with how I felt and how I still feel today. Things may be a little different today, but the way the music makes me feel is usually the same.
Think of all the people you have dated in the past and think of what they used to look like. Now think about how they look today. It’s different. It’s weird. And the only thing you have to go on is how it made you feel. That is what makes love real.