"Every time I stare at you,
I get lost in your in your eyes,
Waching your curls make me get lost in a reality I want to be in.
The only thing I want to dream is to be with you.
Thinking about you,
Makes me happy in a way that I never thought before."
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Memories of a Distant Past
Poetrymem·o·ry ˈmem(ə)rē/ something remembered from the past; a recollection. "one of my earliest memories is of sitting on his knee"
