When a memory dies, the truth takes its place. Losing a memory is more painful than losing an arm. Because memories cannot be amputated. In familiarity, we find a sense of security. When this security leaves, the unfamiliar remains.

It was not a coincidence. It was not deja vu. It was destiny. It was my destiny to meet her.

They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die.

Like everything else in life, these questions have no easy answers.