It feels so good to look behind and see the silhuettes of you and I dancing under what was the spotlight of the dance floor now vacant, alone, crying for you and me. And a tear rolls down my cheek with an eloquent knot in my throat. yet smiling because memories are so sweet overwhelmed by the... Sign in to see full entry.
A MEMOIR
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