I left so I can remember; to have a memory as a source of some kind of pleasure that cannot be replaced by its reality counterpart; a pleasure that can be as painful as when the event took place and redemptive when what is recalled forms part of a larger set of related reflections and actions that became joyful new memories. “....as you remember me, a kiss is just a kiss, a sentimental journey, as time goes by.” Separation remembers the kisses; the drive to have as much pleasure as one could, because it was known that love was/is a memory.
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