My memory loves you. I remember the way you used to cherish me, the way your eyes lit up when you saw me. The way my heart sang when our hands and lips met. My heart, it will never be the same. I loved you
NOSTALGIA: it's delicate, but potent. In Greek,"nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone -a feeling of a place where we ache to go again. So very true 😣
Some people aren't the sharpest tool in the shed. They do stupid things and we get a kick out of it. If you love fails, silly pets and people doing the dumbest things, you're in the right place. It's time to get stupid!