A kiss with the past was simply made, making such memories replay as one could only smile and play it off as if it was nothing.
Because the simple truth is, every memory in the end became the result of nothing.
But I suppose it is nice to once remember and maybe let a few tears run. Because though dear ghost you have moved on into the new world, making such memories we had planed without me, I still think of you. I still wonder of you. I still hope for the better for you. Because maybe though dear ghost you are no longer here with me, I hope that maybe one day I come across your mind and maybe, you feel the same way about me.
preciousjoy · Sun Feb 20, 2011 @ 08:13pm · 0 Comments |