“ One day whether you are 28 or 65 … you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - - is they not always with whom we spend our lives.
My memory loves you. I remember the way you used to cherish me, the way your eyes lit up when you saw me. The way my heart sang when our hands and lips met. My heart, it will never be the same. I loved you