TOOK MY BREATH AWAY
Indeed in the road of years, the people living here knew us from the very beginning.
I am 47 years old, but this story will always remain in those places, as if it's stuck in that time. It feels quite strange when I remember them 'cause they come with sadness and joy. Sometimes, I chuckle about the things we used to do, and wish I could go back, but that isn't possible!! is it? Bringing them back to life feels good, but then the saddest part comes and all I could think is "can I turn back time and make it alright?" but then I get this feeling, if I did, what if, it took the joy too. So, all I do is accept, when they come.The memories are still vivid. Others are best left alone, fade over ti