I don’t know, Rose. I really don’t know what I should be believing right now. This is as confusing for me as it is for you.

I’ll be honest, your story sounds far more convincing to me. Maybe my memory’s just somehow lost all connection to reality.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...