Happy times from long ago seem like they happened yesterday. But decades have flown past, like hours in a day. Quarter and Music, I laughed until my sides hurt. Best time of my life, but I wasn't alert. Softball and sunshine and arguing out calls, Never thinking it possible to ever end at all.
Fire needs air in order to breathe.
I smothered our lovefire, and forced you to leave. Don't let the poison of bitterness cloud up your vision. Think of only the fun times before our division. Good memories, like fine wine, get better with age. Let your memories of me not bring out your rage.