Once Loved, Prose, Invisible MeJennifer Stavrosprose, random recollections, based on reality, science fiction realities, short pieces, possibly expandable, futuristic stories in a few lines, once loved, coming back to a same page, you can't save me, savior complex

Was/Is

Once Loved, Prose, Invisible MeJennifer Stavrosprose, random recollections, based on reality, science fiction realities, short pieces, possibly expandable, futuristic stories in a few lines, once loved, coming back to a same page, you can't save me, savior complex
Was/Is

The following is about a real series of events that happened on a date/evening having drinks last year with someone from my past. Perhaps it will be written about in further background in a piece on Once Loved if I ever feel like it. Perhaps not. Enjoy my wee hour prose late last night though. Cheers.

I still remember that time you told me you'd go back in time for me.

You said it was to save my life.

Sometimes I wonder if that's the same story with all of them.

The craftsmen of my tenure.

The art of being and a beautiful mess of complications and...

But that was a different time or... maybe it wasn't... or maybe it's all of it and nothing and everything in between.

There's an echo of clinked glasses and quiet smiles across a table.

As I sit in the dark with only the glow of a screen I can remember it like yesterday.

It wasn't yesterday... was it?

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