My memories, not hers. :]
I'm just writing something short,
to keep memories.
She remembered when you took her hand,
lead her down that road.
She questioned why.
You said, I thought you liked going for walks..
She knew you was right.
So she took you hand walked.
You stopped and she stood next to you.
The words that you spoke after that were memorable,
Kept safe..
Little did she know that weeks after that,
Things would go wrong.
Downhill.
Not the way she planned.
She thought she was in love..
Was that possible?
Well, she'll never know.