Hello, it is me again. A hopless romantic I guess. Odd as it may seem sometime I hear you say, “I love you.”
Where does all the time go? All the years missed being with the ones you really care about. Sometimes I feel like people are watching me in this cold harsh autumn. I remember when we sat outside in front of the house, before we tore it down. Now two men live there and they have wood floors.
Time changes people and things, but some things remain constant. Thoughts and memories can never die, living in at least one person.