I dont remember when it began but it was one morning and of the many sunrises we had seen together this was the best. A cigarette bud was on it's way to enlighten me. There were dogs and crows that might remember us from that morning.
A camera to our rescue and lots of smoke to fill the car. We were headed straight to the beach searching for the end of time. There was confusion amongst us about what was next, we were at the end of our journey in an episode we called love.
Everytime I feel sad about the past I tell myself that God has done something extraordinary for both our lives by mending our pathways so that we'd meet and say goodbye and remain as memories in each other and nostalgia is too little a word to describe this.