The history of me.

"You confuse me for someone else," I was heard to have said.

Often mistaken for a romantic, a caring soul, I have teared myself through this life. Bobby had not known this for more than a week when we had met at the laundry-mat.


"Down on the soap eh?"
"Uh, yeah. Guess I should get some more huh?"
"Did you watch the game lastnight between Boston and L.A?"
"Um, no... no I didn't. Was it any good? ..." I really didn't care. This converstaion would go on for some time, of which I have no idea how long. I just blanked out. Why can't he just leave me alone?

On my way home I found this great bakery that made the best bread. The flavour was like nothing I had ever had. Sweet like honey, with a background flavour of butter. It was so soft and perfect. It melted.

I lit a candle that night. No one would remember him in the darkness. His memory belonged to me now. Starring at the midnight sky, I watched a star shimmer knowing that he was alive once more.