Memories of her err him are always the best, they're always
close to perfect, they always fit the lyrics... right or wrong, real or
imagined, they are the stuff we hang on to, the dreams we hold so close, the
people we cherish the most, the old loves are always the best loves - right or
wrong, the what ifs? They all disappear... Remember the way she looked? her
smile? her laugh? her soft voice? Yeah... old loves, that prom night, or parked
in her driveway in the dark, or out behind the bowling alley, sneaking into her room... hmmm I should
probably stop here...
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