He was speaking so openly, it was beginning to make sense. I had to listen. I had to give him a chance. That was what the moon goddess wanted of me, was it not? But, as he spoke, I could not help but think, I did not know if I believed him. He could be lying to me to manipulate me in someway. Yet, there was something about the sadness in his eyes. The pain within his voice. And that pain made me return again to the conversation with the moon goddess.
It was like an internal battle within my own mind. I looked to the man in front of me, and I am certain I do not know him. I would surely remember meeting him. He is too much of a prescence for me to forget so easily... even if the memory loss the doctor spoke of was true, would I still not remember him? He was something special, I am sure.
