I find myself wondering about the strength and integrity of human connections. People fade in and out of our lives, one day they may mean the world to us, the next they are gone, leaving us with only our memories. Is it possible to have a genuine connection with another person? Do we ever really share ourselves with our friends, our family, our lovers? The time spent with someone however brief, is preserved only in memory, if we don't think about them, or we forget, is this the same as never having met them? Or can someone connect with us on such a deep level that, no matter the distance or time of separation, they have an impact upon our lives as they have changed us in some way. We have taken them and internalized them, maybe subconsciously, so that wherever they may actually be, they are always with us. We hear their voice, and feel their presence. The relationship with them lives on, despite their physical absence. Do they feel the same, is this true for all people? Do we all exist in multiple forms, in different minds, frozen in our one perfect state, when, to this person, or that, we were their everything?