You were once a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.
What ever happened to us?
I miss us.
I miss the things that we used to do.
Now the memories just come back to haunt me.
Sometimes when I even find myself walking to our favorite hangout place, I stop dead in my tracks.
It's like I know the pathway like the back of my hand.
Written with ♥,
Rafael.
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