nostalgia
So I was cleaning out my closet yesterday, and I came across old poems, and beginnings of stories and films, and old journals... stuff from high school. I've begun to read. I remember most. I fall into an ocean of nostalgia with memories of a certain someone. It is nice. I remember all of the beauty... log, it was beautiful!
We used to make love holding hands.
We used to make love holding hands.