"The day I lost you"
'Our best moments are timeless.'
They linger in the quiet corners of our hearts. Like constellations painted across the night sky, they guide us through the vast expense of life. Each shared laugh, every whispered secret, and the warmth of a hand held-these are the threads that bind us to eternity.
In the quiet of a rainy afternoon, we revisit those moments. The scent of old books, the taste of childhood candies, and the sound of a familiar song-they transport us across time. We dance with ghosts, our laughter echoing through forgotten hallways. The clock stands still, and we become travelers, drifting between then and now.
Our best moments are like vintage photographs, sepia-toned and slightly worn. They capture stolen glances, sunsets, and the way your eyes crinkle when they smile. They defy the constraints of minutes and hours, stretching into infinity. We retrace their edges with trembling fingers, hoping to relive their magic.
And so, let us collect these fragments-the stolen kisses, the late night conversations, the (once) shared dreams. Let us tuck them away in our hearts. For in the tapestry of our existence, these moments are the golden threads that shimmer, undiminished by the passage of time.
Time may march forward, but our best moments remain suspended-a constellation of love, laughter and whispered promises, it reminds us that life is more than mere seconds ticking away.
K: "It sure is easier to get over someone you don't love anymore, isn't it so? "
T: "I reckon so.."
The way her eyes sparkle they sure put stars to shame, her smile brighter than an Arkansas diamond, her dreams were bigger than a Texan horizon and her sweet southern drawl that made me fall in love. She was definitely a sight to see, a God sent angel just for me and surely, I could wait an eternity as just as she was lovely she was wild and free.
Thank y'all for letting me cook.
Possibly never dropping this story-
