No writing, but a reblog of a story from May 5, 2012. It was one of my first love stories. And yes it’s true. Every word. 🙂
I remember you so vividly. Like it was yesterday. We were young and beautiful. And I loved you. You with your gorgeous eyes that I could fall into. And the fact that you seemed to know exactly what was in my heart. You said so many good, sweet and kind things. You loved music and you shared so many wonderful songs with me. Songs that touched my soul. Just your smile would make my heart soar.
I picked you up on a wonderfully stormy evening. We hadn’t decided where to go yet so we just sort of drove around for a bit. We smoked, and drank some cheap wine. We listened to music and waxed philosophically about what the singers meant by their lyrics…
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