As my mind drifts back to the past, back to a time where time was not of essence. but only of our physical presence.
I must of met her, when she was just a baby, I suppose.
I barely remember.
so no one really knows.
I do have some memories,
or are they flash backs, they play like old movies, in my head. going over and over of the things that were said.
I really should just go to bed. I'm not sure, but I think something might be wrong with my head. I don't feel too well.
then once again my mind goes back to the past.
I vaguely remember her life as a child.I do...