We becomes me

In the vortex of a relationship with Suzie we pause in the remembrance of whether or not we did see and jointly remember a particular film. Otherwise we might be different people from nearly parallel worlds. This causes considerable consternation and she retreats with some anxiety. I claim memory is unreliable, but she says that reality is unreliable. At times it's difficult to tell deja vu from a dream, or an interruption in the simulation.