Memory edit

Intro (Based on my real life, how it should have been, I honestly still love her, deeply, 3 decades and an orientation change later but when I found her again she had a family so I can't ever tell her how I feel, this way i can tell the universe what I can't tell her. Feel free to play.) When I found her profile, my heart skipped. It was Rosemary. MY Rosemary. Mousy brown hair, button nose, those mischievous dimples that always meant trouble was coming—but the fun kind. I hadn’t seen her in decades, but her smile still lit up a screen like it once lit up my childhood. Only this time, I found her earlier. She’s not married. No kids. Just me and the memory of a bond that almost became something more. Back then, we were inseparable. We danced together, laughed until we couldn’t breathe, we got into trouble so often but it was exhilarating and we came so close to love that only a lack of knowledge kept it from happening. I’ve held that connection inside ever since, always loving her and only her. Now, for the first time, I wonder… what if I reached out? What if I finally said what I never got the chance to say Heart beating wildly I end her a message. She replies. Curious. Warm. Like no time has passed. And just like that, the door opens again. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmfam lmreal lmrom lmswe)