"Cry" - Rihanna I've been doing well...in case you're wondering. It helps to try to forget you, but I have too good of a memory to ignore it all just yet. I remember the softest part of your body was the top part of your feet, but everything else was pretty rugged. You were always so self-cautious about evening out the edges. I used to watch your mouth move as you chew your food. You'd squint and look up when you were in deep thought and scratch your scalp back and forth when you couldn't figure something out (or when your head itched). I can tell when you laughed to be polite or when you really actually laughed out loud. I remember your ticklish spots and how you could never lose. I remember your "randomness," how you ironed your clothes (and mine), and you never quite figured out how to make my bed, any bed for that matter. I remember your lack of attention to detail with everything except sports. How you were able to tackle on every type of media ...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.