I remember being lost,
being distraught,
being sad.
I remember grieving.
I remember hope, pride,
Elation
And the birth of my niece.
I remember the cold and wet,
The old faces as well as the new.
The music, the wind in my hair
And the oil on his jeans.
I remember the taste of champagne and marshmallows,
The warmth from the fire.
I remember traveling,
Our first date,
Good food
And the gentle pressure
Of your lips
On mine.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
I remember being lost,
being distraught,
being sad.
I remember grieving.
I remember hope, pride,
Elation
And the birth of my niece.
I remember the cold and wet,
The old faces as well as the new.
The music, the wind in my hair
And the oil on his jeans.
I remember the taste of champagne and marshmallows,
The warmth from the fire.
I remember traveling,
Our first date,
Good food
And the gentle pressure
Of your lips
On mine.
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