Being Remembered #2

Intro

I don't know what I'm supposed to say, and maybe there is nothing to be said, but somewhere, there is a story to be told. Like the story of how I ran away thinking I could find a better place to stay, but realizing along the way that I couldn't even remember how it was back home. The story of how, as soon as I landed, I became so lost and felt as if nothing made sense...

Then he showed up.

Now do you realize how many people come and go in your life? Soon all of those people are no more than a familiar face with a misplaced name; that's what he was to me. Somehow though, it felt as if I wasn't so lost with him there, almost as if he'd brought a piece of home with him...

Something tells me that this is just the beginning of my story and I think that if I catch it all, I'll reach the end and find my way back home; remember.

~Her