I wonder if he remembers, how we use to be when we were young, the dreams we had, the fights, the laughs, the sacrifices we made. It all felt worth it, even when we could only afford to pay for one burger at spur and split it, because we knew that one day we could
Untold Stories by a hopeless Romantic
I cannot begin to count the number of times I started writing this story in my head, a good few times in the shower and a countless number of times as the months went by. The image is still etched in my memory like a beautiful painting that I walk by every day. Only in