Monologue : August

[sundaywithjon]

August:
   I see him so rarely, and yet, when I do, they are the best days of my life. I can remember him so clearly and vividly that every time I see him, it's almost as if my memory fails him, because I trust my memory to be so tastefully accurate that when he is with me, I'm almost offended for him at how poorly my memories have done him justice

Comments

[blue_wizard]

Would you rather be a rock for someone, to help them be grounded, or be the one to take a grounded person and give them wings?

Both are good things, it's all a matter of preference.