If all that remains between us is memory, how am I supposed to know what was real and what wasn’t? If I have left no memory in you, then did I ever truly exist in your life? Does existence come before memory, or is it memory that makes us exist? Is it through the memories we carry of someone that we come to understand what they meant to us? And yet,how can we ever be certain that those memories can be trusted? Some thoughts, some uncertainties.