Retrieval

The play... written so long ago, yet feels like written hastily overnight after we met. Or haven't.
I found so much of myself in it that it's bewildering. The skeptic and the believer, the criminal and the savior, chaos and fate... the puzzle.

"Where have we met before?"

This is you. And this is me.
What will I do after I figure you out? How long will I stay this time?
Please make it difficult.