SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Don't know where I'm going with this...

A wise friend recently imparted some logic that I now pause to remember, when needed:
Memories are often flawed, but they do help keep us going during difficult times.

To separate fact from fiction, one may never be sure where the truth lies. I have so many fond memories that I look back on whistfully. Perhaps, kind acts that nourished this soul fade from faulty memory. I hold on to moments and reconstruct the associated feelings. Living a lie? Blissful ignorance? What else do I have to hold on to but to think she could have loved me?

More than a generation later, we still don't know. I just want to keep these memories alive to fool me to my grave. Perhaps, my life is perpetually in crisis, because the projections in my head feel like they're on a non-stop loop.