It's a walk down nostalgia lane I've been aching for, but all we ever talk about is the time we had before time was up and nothing more, except the aches and pains we're both feeling these days.

It's like a retirement home for old times where good ones go to die, and we'd go out and make more but there's no time left to come by.

But why does it have to be that way? We spend all of our time talking about yesterday like there's nothing else to do but put our memories up on a shelf in the category marked "Should have."

But with you I'd rather think of could have. Like we could have a wonderful time together at a coffee shop called "Picture Perfect." And you could show me all the paintings they have on display there that make life worth it.

You could tell me about all the fun we would have had together chasing our dreams of artistry. I would write poetry inspired by all the paintings you'd make to take my breath away and leave me speechless with nothing left to say but how much I love you.