I have this memory of a time in a girls bed. I was getting ready to leave her home.
I had this bittersweet feeling. A longing. A happiness.
I think about that often. A memory. To bring such joy. Such a good feeling. It has changed over time.
The memory that is. I hope it will stay a certain way forever. But memories change. I think anyway. Over time we remember things differently
But I like that memory
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