That must be why the fall and spring are so hard.
I can't help but think about backseats, mystical darkness, loud rain on the roof of your car, and your fear of cougars.
The night when a love so grand began that it took an entire album, instead of a song, to be its anthem.
I wonder sometimes if you remember.
It's important to...
Whether we want to face it or not, those memories can never be forgotten.
Im glad I get to remember.
I've chosen to take that feeling that aches so deep in my chest when I think of you as a good thing.
It means that love does exist.
It is out there somewhere.
He is out there somewhere.