I do not know what to ponder upon.
I have vague memories of you.
Memories of running around in circles around you,
Memories of walking in your steps,
Memories of holding your hand,
Memories of being your ardent fan,
Memories of writing you a million letters, not knowing if you would ever read them.
Memories of waiting to meet you someday,
Memories of a little girl,
Memories soo vague that I am not entirely sure they were real.
My only regret is, I do not know what to ponder upon, because I have no memories of you that are completely true.
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