I remembered her last night.
I do not think about her very often, which is odd since there is a living breathing reminder of her before me almost every day.
She was younger. In a time where she was still pretty.
I do not think about her very often, which is odd since there is a living breathing reminder of her before me almost every day.
She was younger. In a time where she was still pretty.
And she was. Very pretty.
At times I miss her.
Sadly, I am not the only one who does.
1 comment:
That's a tough one to have to explain. But you've probably done it a number of times.
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