Friday, December 22, 2017

Always the best

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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