We used to talk about having a house by the sea. We used to talk about many things, having a garage for our cars, working on our cars together, fixing all our modifications, race against each other. You used to laugh at me and say if our kids were ever short, you'd tell them it was my genes. So many promises, so many dreams, so many things yet undone. The more time I have on my hands, the more I think about you. Time hasn't dimmed the memories; those memories are like broken records, replaying over and over again in my head wherever I am. Your face, your smiles, I see them everywhere. I'm never alone.
Labels: July 2009
