Do you remember the day you walked home with me and we played basketball with Ash in the driveway? Do you remember the butterfly, I'm not going to say any more about that bit, but do you? Do you remember that you picked me up and kissed me for the first time ever, with Ash watching then told me that you loved me? Do you remember the secret I told you seconds after? Do you remember any of it? Because I do and it was the most amazing day I have lived yet, the only problem is I don't want to forget it. So in turn I can't forget you, no matter how hard I try. If that day meant anything to you, then don't I at least get a real goodbye?
I thought, at one time, that this could simply all exist for one special person. That was a huge mistake, this is for everyone to find meaning in. Take what you will how you will, enjoy or not, all of that is up to you. I can create what I am inspired to and leave it here in hopes someone will find this feeling that it is for them and only them, while the anyone can feel this way and understand the point - finding meaning in yourself. If you've found this, I love you even more.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
The Memories of One Friday in March
Do you remember the day you walked home with me and we played basketball with Ash in the driveway? Do you remember the butterfly, I'm not going to say any more about that bit, but do you? Do you remember that you picked me up and kissed me for the first time ever, with Ash watching then told me that you loved me? Do you remember the secret I told you seconds after? Do you remember any of it? Because I do and it was the most amazing day I have lived yet, the only problem is I don't want to forget it. So in turn I can't forget you, no matter how hard I try. If that day meant anything to you, then don't I at least get a real goodbye?
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