Blurry Records

(A clumsily scribbled note is pinned to the board. Beneath it is an old photo of Leon and Marcus.) I can't remember today's date. I stared at someone, trying to recall his name, and ended up forgetting my own. I might have cursed him, or maybe I said nothing at all. Before I realized it, I was already standing here. I grabbed a piece of paper to jot down my thoughts—perhaps I'll forget them the next moment. If anyone reading this knows who we are, please bring the photo and tell me. Why do my hands tremble when I think he might be in danger? I only know he's important to me, but who is he? (The rest of the messy handwriting is blurred by tears and illegible.)