A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone's spam filter is just annoying.
Fantasies... who needs fantasies? I have memories.
Where does one run to escape from feelings?
Memories are reality's ghosts
Sex mirrored our drinking; both defined our relationship: selfish, detached, indulgent and satisfying.
Yesterday's faults become today's lessons. Today's dreams become tomorrow's reality.
That's No Ordinary Girl
You might as well laugh at yourself,everyone else is.