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.
Fantasies... who needs fantasies? I have memories.
That's No Ordinary Girl
Where does one run to escape from feelings?
You might as well laugh at yourself,everyone else is.
Memories are reality's ghosts
Yesterday's faults become today's lessons. Today's dreams become tomorrow's reality.