Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

My thoughts are free to go anywhere, but it's surprising how often they head in your direction. It almost comes on as an annoyance. I still remember the promise of a stroll along the white sandy beach. Just the two of us. I guess that kind of memory wasn't meant for us. Being nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had... I am glad we never had that walk, or else, the beauty of the beach will remain tainted forever. Now, we wouldn't want that, don't we?

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