Sunday, March 8, 2015
Ours is a story of many times. Our story has grown with us. How you would talk less and hug more. How I swooned and fell hard. Ours is the story of love and hate. Our story sets the stage form my heart to ache. How you left without a word. How I saw you with her. Ours is a story that has happened again. Our story resumes as just friends. How you talked but didn't hug. How I fell and can't get up. Ours is a story that will continue. Our story is never ending. How you talk of others. How I really just want to know how you feel. Ours is a story that's all to common. Our story I hold close and dear. Ours is a story of trial and error. Our story is by far my favorite ending.