My memory loves you. I remember the way you used to cherish me, the way your eyes lit up when you saw me. The way my heart sang when our hands and lips met. My heart, it will never be the same. I loved you
Maybe one day we'll find the place where our dreams and reality collide. Then again, maybe if we continue to consume mass amounts of illegal substances we'll just THINK we have found that place where dreams and reality collide.