That perfect memory somehow seems to always have a hold on me.
It always point me out in a crowd. It allows you and I to be compelled by the simplest things even the things we do not understand as well as we should.
When we dance in the palms of memories hands it releases energy with a force so strong no one can compare to. It seems so difficult when its just you and I but the memory of our love we first began to share never dies out by the candle that burns it. The wind isnt as strong as we can believe or think it can be but that is what make leading this journey in life so exciting.
We can always hope for just the best but when it came to you and i we always lived the very best. I still remembe to today the love that sperated all hate from the valleys.
No matter were we may disapper to in life we seem to somehow come back home and relive the love we lost in a war we didnt know how to avoid and now we are in void and cannot stand the very bit of anything.
