Midnight Thoughts
Forgotten.You and I sneaking out of a crowded room to find conforting isolation in a couch in a hidden room.
Forgotten.
You held me close and told me you loved me as tears flooded my eyes.
Forgotten.
Memories of a love that now seems to have never occured.
Memories of a love you thought would never fade, never leave us.
Memories a boy and a girl thought would always wrap them in a blanket of serene security.
All forgotten.
What is love?
A thing to be charished like a sunny afternoon on a porch swing with grandfather?
A thing to be feared like the moment a year later when you find out he is gone?
The price we pay for love.Will we ever find what we seek?
The illusion of happiness is something just out of reach. We strive and strive, but in the end we come up short.
Love is bittersweet, like a melody from childhood that plays in the back of the mind.Memories may fade, people forsake you, but love is never forgotten.
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