Today I think back about UST. Did we ever go there together? I can’t remember. If we did, why did we go?
I had a good memory at that place. I also had a bad one. I just don’t remember if they were one and the same. I don’t remember if it was you or Dan.
I remember the bad memory clearly. It wasn’t you, though, of that I’m sure. But the good memory, I’m not very sure. I want to know if it was you. I want to be sure if it was you. I’m trying to store my good memories, you see, for one day when little baby asks about you. I want to tell stories about the good times. But no lies. So was it you?