Love is about the Memoirs.
I closed my eyes to let the cold wind pass me by.
I remembered him. Us actually.
Its stupid and crazy to think that I still love him, I still do.
I still fuck'n do and it hurts that I still do because I know deep inside that its too late.
Tears. Fresh hot tears came rolling down as I quickly wiped it away.
Don't worry Trist one day I'll be able to forget about you. About 'Us'.
