04 May 2007

thnks fr th mmrs

it's difficult when we become attached to something and somewhat expect it to be always there. we were on a good ride. i was at peace. and i thought it would always be there. until i woke up one morning and realized i don't own it. i don't own him.

the stars on that dark night. the smell of the sea breeze at dawn. the wind on my face. the sand on our feet. the wind messing up my hair. singing along to our favorite songs. pinches on my face. the sight of the sunrise on the way home.

thanks for the memories.

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