The Broken-Hearted Lovers Mix
I found it stashed away, where it has been for the past 20 years, our faces on the cover, smiling into the lens of future unwritten. A timestamp, proof of a life lived and shared, nothing quite like the grin of ignorance. Who can foretell the path life will take when you're young and the whole world seems at the tip of your fingers? So eager to hit the ground running. I don't know that girl anymore, in truth, I can hardly remember her, but wasn't she beautiful? A mess and so broken, so young and naive, such childlike wonder. Was it her brokenness you loved, a desire to heal her with your heart? I try to conjure her and pull her to me, but I cannot recognize her in my face. As much as I try to recall, she eludes me in mocking as I desperately try to grasp at the blurred fragments of memory in my mind, whispering the hints of a life that used to be and the woman I once was. I so long to be closer to her. Only...there is not so much that I can recall from this time. Oh how f...