April 7, 2013
Earlier today I thought of starting a story here. A story about you and I, and the us that is maybe happening or not. It is a journey, yes? But because I am forgetful, all I can remember now is that I wanted to start a story. A make-believe world where I was able to tell you what's in my heart, where you answered in the affirmative and where our lips met. Where I giggle every time you sing, where the clouds are purple all day and the birds don't tire of singing. Maybe tomorrow I'll remember its entirety.