It's funny how the memory of love can leave you in such bittersweet enchantment. Just the sight of the stars some nights can send me to that infinitely untoucheable "back there" when I am sure "back there" had never been there.
I suppose the world would be a much uglier place without dreams and kisses and all the softest things you can ever remember all in a pair of spell-binding eyes. And truly - where would we be without the butterflies and the firsts and the uncertainty and the hesitance? ...Still in ninth grade.
Certainly, sometimes it hurts to be one unit rather than part of a set. But to know the difference implies that perhaps that long-ago time filed in the "back there" section of life is, in fact, not so far back.
There is nothing for me but to love you
Just the way you look tonight.
2 comments:
I guess I see the source of last night's distraction.
can't we just get a woowoo for summer? or talk about my new dog or something? haha, remind me to tell you what mom said tonight, it was funny!
ummm guess who this is.
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