they were victims of circumstance, who grew into the Kings of their respective domains solely out of an unflinching desire to be someone else

(This period of time in our lives is the Worst. I blink and everything looks different, and I blink and it comes back to normal, jarred forward and back between alternate universes.)

The ending I wrote is useless, and for once, I have nothing with which to replace it.

I wrote, "trying to forget you is like trying to remember someone I've never met," and now, I can't even remember whether or not we have.