Memories of what used to be

August 14th,2007 Looking out the window through the glass. Hearing the radio play songs that remind me of what used to be. Thinking of memory after memory. Thinking I traveled so far only to get hurt. I risked it all for a feeling called love. It broke my heart minute after minute to realize I would not be coming back. As the tears fall down both the sides of my face. They keep falling over and over again. I try to tell myself not to let it get to me but I see you still and wanting to turn back time I can't. To go back to that happy place where we both felt loved and we were in love.