" forever a harmonious conception of memory" (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
It’s beautiful isn’t it? The idea that a memory has such a quality. To be harmonious in and of itself. That the past is kept neatly wrapped and presents in euphony not cacophony. The edges become blurred and all the parts you never wanted slip away.
But, what if what you’re remembering never really happened. At least not in your lifetime. And that euphony and harmony make you ache from something you never had. Worse than that, something you could never have had. It passed before you even had a chance to experience that which you miss.