March 10, 2018
I had held on to the stories they didn't even remember. Over the years I might have been guilty of embellishing them a wee bit.
Decades later, it was fun to recount some of them when we met. But then those were the only tales I had.
Decades later, it was fun to recount some of them when we met. But then those were the only tales I had.
Once the old friendship was rekindled, it needed new fuel to keep the
flame aglow. The little kindle that I had tied in a bundle and held
close to my heart.. it wasn't enough anymore..
These were unknown people now.
My bundle of memories was only enough to lay claim to their affection. that foundation was solid.
But for the relationship to thrive it need what.. I do not know. what do I have to offer - I do not know. whether i want to - i do not know..
What I can is wallow in the memories.. which are my own which play out just the way i want them to.
These were unknown people now.
My bundle of memories was only enough to lay claim to their affection. that foundation was solid.
But for the relationship to thrive it need what.. I do not know. what do I have to offer - I do not know. whether i want to - i do not know..
What I can is wallow in the memories.. which are my own which play out just the way i want them to.
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