Imagine if you could have one person who was half of you. Imagine if all this while, that person could be right next to you, except, they aren’t. If every memory you had made since forever has been erased. What if, every touch every glance is electrified to the maximum, but you can’t remember if you met this person. This person who is frozen in time, who can’t remember if they loved you. You wait for time to past, for aeons to flow through, and you meet, only to repeat this process. How much is too much, how much is too much pain?