In missing the memories, iv dwelled on what could have been. Stolen paradise, is what I like to call it. People will never know who or what I talk about in my memories, there mine. You will know tho, iv tried my best to stay away, because all you do is bring pain. Like a rose left on a car wind shield, if not done right will bring pain. But now I will push those deep, make my way into paradise with my love. She brings me hope, and pleasure. Not sure why she cares for a head case like me, but I love her the same. She may worry or fear for me, but ill always be hers. Although she and the others may have stole it, ill get to my paradise one day.