This thread... And all those names... Remind me of another time... A time I had forgotten. Memory is such a fickle thing... But strong nonetheless...
Intinctively, I see those names, click, and read. Shock, surprise, anger, sadness well up: It's present, tangible, breathable. Suddenly, I remember (Because that's all I could do at the moment), and my mind is filled with the past, clashing with the present. I remember... I remember.
And that piece of me that remembers makes me pray for her, makes me wish the best for all, for braving against impossible odds and rising triumphant.
And even in defeat... I still wish for the best. Even if the worst happens... I will wish for a brighter tomorrow.
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For the first time... In weeks... I seem to have nothing else to say about something.