Of all my days and nights, This will be my favorite. I will carry it with me, As long as life will let me. When I am feeble and fading, I will hope to hold on to it. It is my favorite memory of you.
Of all my days and nights, This will hurt me most. I cannot let it slip away; Life will not let me. Now you are feeble and fading, I have still my favorite Memory to help me through.
The night I took a break from my novel is the same night I wrote most of my entres this morning. I hope some of them are good.