2003-03-03 - 12:59 a.m.
I think of you.
I think of you and smile
I think of you and cry
I think of the moments that were made for us
I think of the smile you had that was just for me.
I think of shuffleboard and tennis balls, nirvana and the beatles.
I think of the rare brush of your fingers or hand that now means so much.
I think of truths and lies
I think of emails and letters, romantic in their way
I think of the things forgotten, lost forever in the mess of memories.
I think of you.
