The Ice Rink & Him

I often think about him, where he is, what he could be doing. Everything that happened between us. It has been a while since I last saw him, though that memory is quite blurred from all my tears. It was amazing, while it lasted at least. I don't really do much these days, just sit around my dusty house and think about what my life could have been like if it had gone this way, or something different had happened. Sometimes a particular smell or song triggers a memory, such as candy floss or Fall Out Boy. It takes me all back to that one fateful day at the ice rink, the day it all began.