I saw myself centuries ago, wearing a long black silk gown with my long, straight black hair down my shoulders... The gown was simple yet elegant and on my neck was a silver necklace with a cross pendant, the one he gave me before I left...
I can still remember the day he gave me that necklace... How the wind blew our hair... How he smiled at me while showing it to me... How he put the necklace on me and how tight he hugged me... How I long for those hugs... How I long for that touch... How I long for that moment to happen again... Will he even remember me or am I just a piece of his forgotten past memories?
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