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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry #57 - Memory's Past.

So I'm standing at my bus terminal, waiting on my bus to arrive. It's early and I'm sleepy and everyone is grumpy. Because it's Monday and no one wants to be in the cold or headed to work....
Anyway, I suddenly find myself mezmerized by this girl's beautiful head of hair... And I think she feels me staring, because she turns around suddenly and I am stunned at the fact that she possesses the same set of eyes as a really close friend or at least someone I used to be close to. I haven't spoken to her in awhile... She was pretty awesome and I find myself missing her sometimes.
But life,... Life has different plans for us at times... Anyway, I felt inspired, and thus this entry was made.


Memory's Past

Saw someone today and she had your eyes.
I thought of you and wondered if you were alright.

It set my mind adrift with memories of us laughing and singing out loud and boisterously... 

...I remember your first heartbreak.

I remember your first love.

I remember the first time you called me 'friend' *smiles*.

I hope all is well and that your heart is happy.

We may not talk as often or live a car ride away from each other anymore. 

But please know you are always in my heart.

She had your eyes...

And I thought of you...

-Y. Salmon

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