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“And when the two went looking for you at your apartment today, the landlord informed them about your eviction.” The doctor paused and pushed up her glasses, building up to her conclusion. “I can’t begin to imagine how you must feel. Finding that girl was even more important to you than making money for rent. And then, in your hopelessness, you forgot even about your dreams.”

Dreams. In kindergarten, I had proudly declared that I would become an astronaut. By the end of high school, it was just to both do my parents proud and follow my high school sweetheart wherever she went. Then, in my listless days after the end of my relationship and my short-lived university life, I met a French pianist who inspired in me the desires to settle down and to pursue my new literary passions. For some reason, I fixated on the latter, and went about it by running away to a treasured place from my youth. That place came to me during restless nights, and showed me the face of a girl I only met once on a dinner cruise. And at last, I went to Old Port before daybreak, and for the first time my dreams came true. And from that day on, I never stopped dreaming. 

“. . . I never forgot.” My eyes pleaded for Dr. Gagnon to believe me. “I always remembered.”