I don’t want memories! I want you. here. now. I am tired of starting over and over and over with new people. Fuck. I can’t do this shit anymore. Thinking of you - as a memory and another man as a memory, so many memories. Fantastic. I am left empty over and over with all these fucking memories. Great sex, great love, don’t necessarily make for great memories; they just make you realize you have to keep it moving, keep it moving, no matter if people keep moving with you. .