memories

For the first time, Molly could, in fact, pinpoint where the tears came from and why. She knew that she hadn’t wanted to share everything that she did that day. It was her ambivalence that flattened her tone. It was the sudden realization that her experience was no longer hers. Shared, it now existed in some other version. As when the retelling of anything becomes its own story, each time growing further from the truth it originated from - something was now lost.