Fantasies... who needs fantasies? I have memories.
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.
Sex mirrored our drinking; both defined our relationship: selfish, detached, indulgent and satisfying.
Where does one run to escape from feelings?
Yesterday's faults become today's lessons. Today's dreams become tomorrow's reality.
Memories are reality's ghosts
That's No Ordinary Girl
You might as well laugh at yourself,everyone else is.