Remember when you used to kiss me everyday;
It seems like forever ago now; remember?
Remember the embraces? Remember how we’d laugh and play?
Isn’t it strange? Like that day it was cold as December?
It was mid-July; we would have frozen if not for each other.
I remember our kisses were as sweet and warm though, as July,
And in the warmth in the cold we hovered over one another.
Sometimes I look back and I want to cry,
But what we had was a happy to die for, do you remember?
Do you ever look back at it all and do you remember?
The fire has burned down to just a few warm embers…
But I have to wonder…do you? Because… I do. All of it… I remember.
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"Empathy is not merely the basic principle of artistic creation. It is also the only path by which one can reach the truth about life and society"- Nagai Kafu
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i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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