It’s nights like these when I can’t sleep, I start to remember and think of things in the past. My friends tell me to stop over thinking and move on but it’s not as easy as they think. I wonder if memories of us pop in on you like they do to me or you sometimes randomly check my Facebook or my blog to see what I’m doing. I doubt it but the thought that you might is nice.
If one day the speed kills me, don’t cry because I was smiling.