It all went to hell! (My Pale Princess)

This, this is all I have left. Moments left somewhere in the past, living only in an unstable memory device. No way to back them up, or be sure they haven't alrerady degraded past the point of reliability. No archive for the ages. Only my sentimental and aging brain to contain them.

This, this is the archive, the only avenue left to me, to describe the unbelievable, to be thought a fool, to be left without...

There once was a day on a cold beach where I thought there was a future, when the whole world lay before me, and it was all in the promise of her eyes. She'll never read this, or know, how true I was...but maybe...someday...in some lifetime...maybe...the next.