What used to be
It's like every single memory of us brings a smile to my face
Every conversation, Every Laugh, Every moment.
there's not a single day that I'm not reminded of the way things were,
the way they used to be.
Maybe someday we'll make those memories again.
by
MyLittleHeartIsBrokenposted on 04/14/2008
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