You die. 

You get to.choose one memory to watch once more before an eternity of nothing.

What is it?

There is nothing more powerful in this world than words.

Birth of my son. He is crying coming out. He hears my voice for the first time and calms down immediately. 

I am tearing up thinking about it and it would calm me down to experience it again.

At the time, this very moment was the most bliss I had experienced in my life. I am an innate control freak. I think even as I was enjoying it, there was also growing despair at the idea it would inevitably stop. My mind came up with the answer that was truthful in the absolute but also misinterpretable in the relative.

(Plus, I could see the history teacher looking at us with an amused smile, and I think I was embarassed!)

As far as I can tell, this didn't even discourage her in full. She remained warm and friendly to me. In the couple more years we were in class together, she tried to engage me several more times. I still managed to heroically fumble every opening she gave me.

I truly was a kid emotionally and not ready to have any form of contact with a person I admired so thoroughly.

I tried to recontact her a couple times over the years, but she ghosted me each time. Can't blame her, the most logical scenario here is for me to be a crazy stalker. I'm still so curious about it all!

Damn Phi. Why didn't you say it's mutual or me too!!!?

In middleschool, I crushed hard on this girl. Beautiful girl, smart and with the prettiest smile. She was the Sun personified to my impressionable little mind. 

For a period of time we were sitting in the same desk in class. Spots were assigned by teachers.

One day, in history class, she started leaning on my shoulder out of nowhere. I mean really lean in. Like I was her pillow or her boyfriend.

Me? I was frozen like a deer in headlights. You like to stare at the Sun, but you don't want it to hug you. It would burn you alive.

At some point, still in this position, she said "I really like you". My dumb ass replied "it's not mutual". As in, in my head, I more than just really liked her. I can guess she was surprised. Made me repeat my words, I said the same again. Head gone from shoulder.

I was a child more than a teenager really, and hopelessly out of my depth. I wish I could see this memory with my adult eyes, to truly *see*.

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I actually loved it. He still cracks up when I tell him the story. I think he wants to do a sequel 😅

My son being born. I hold him for the first time. He pees all over me.

𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖒 𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆

Ah, nice. Sounds like a lovely way to go out.

I have several memories of all-nighters outside to watch the dusk, dawn and sunrise.

was especially remarkable in the desert.

Hi i like gotchis and fantomons

I save up all my unhinged energy and dump it here

His arms were like this: 🤷 but his face was like all of these at once: 😱🤯🫨🤬

Idrk offhand but maybe that one time I was driving down the wrong side of the road and I realized it soon enough but the look on the face of the guy driving the oncoming semi truck was really priceless

Cheat Code::: ACTIVATED 

HOW I SPENT MY LIFE TIME…


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