I hope I remember everything. And I hope I remember everything correctly and in order. Sometimes I can’t get my chronology right. And I wonder if I remember things wrong and out of order and did they really happen? I hope I don’t just imagine things. Maybe I am a little like Henry in this way.
The thing is, I can’t stop thinking about him.
And I can’t stop thinking about the movement of time. How fast it’s going. And what I am or am not doing. And I want to doubt. But I feel like it’s all going the right way. That I am doing everything exactly as it should be done so that I end up right where I should be. Not so much need to be, but where I SHOULD be. Where I belong in time.
I need to write to her and tell her EVERYTHING before I forget.
I hope I don’t forget. Or get it wrong.
