The Innocent Relapse
"The memories of you were kept like secrets in my throat. No one could hear them, no one could see them. With every lesson learned and rehabilitation technique used, I began to fear that they were slapping my back, trying to get me to choke or spit out them out. I watched so, so many of them fly from my lips and out of sight, but the ones that clang to my windpipe, those damned, seven memories, were the ones that still haunted me. The ones that made me wonder, still, if 'those' feelings were real."