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The time we first started talking, We were two people.
The time we really started talking, We were two good friends.
The time we first met, She left me with a mark of Joy.
The times that have passed me now make me realize, How I want to go back and live them just one more time.

The time you tell her, Life is but a Movie.
The time you wonder whether her Heart Beat will ever be your favorite music.
The time you discover, Her presence is your favorite part.
The times that have passed you now make you realize,
How you want to go back and live them with her just one more time.

    "Never Stop Talking To Me."

    "Why?"

    "Just."

Maybe 'Just' will be our always..

The Time her name means more than Just A Name..
The Time a call means more than Just A Call..
The Time she means more than Just A Person..

The time she shows up as the New Face of Happiness.

The Times that have passed me now make me realize,
How I want to just sit down and rewind.

-KD

The rain almost seemed alive as it scattered
from the trees and houses onto the hot ground.
It was cold.
The coupling of the two bore a thin, ghostly steam.
The night hugged her like a warm vignette.
She wore gypsy boots, a cowl hoodie, and a camera around her neck.
She liked the way the lights danced in the water.
As the steam lingered, as if hypnotized by the slick, black diamonds slowly dripping from the sky.
The music in her head, as does her voice, has no sound.
Not silent.
Not to be heard, to be played.
It is the only thing that moves her.
She almost seems happy when she's dancing in the rain.