Gnawing Memory

Here's the worry: I think everyone has a tendency to idealize situations. People. Places. And the thing is, the longer the time gap, the larger the perceived distance, the more enigmatic, the more full of hope a person gets in regards to idealizations. Our edges begin to soften, we glow with a light that may not have been there. We project our visions, change mere mortals into demigods through memory, through our perceived notions. Or rather lack thereof. And then it occurs. The moment. The meeting. And it falls to pieces. Becomes far less than our imagined castles as our contrivances crumble.

Who do I remember wrong? What, where?

That's the canker that gnaws.