Retrieved Memory #1
Remember that day when we were up in the mountains, gasping for air, holding on to each other for support. We looked up to sky, trying to look past the heavy mist, searching for something to tether us to the ground. As I looked out at the immense history in front of us I found myself longing for connection. I looked to you and felt myself drowning.
Why does this connection feel so bittersweet? Why does it overwhelm me?