You reminded me of a puppy dog. Someone so confused with which way to go. Excited and curious, but stuck in happiness that he seem to can’t move.

Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

Wrote you a poem or two. You didn’t enjoy them, but I did for you.

We were riding fast, I got lost in the thought that this couldn’t end. Good things end. Bad things we reminisce.

I wasn’t alive until it was over and that’s when I realized sometimes love isn’t forever. It’s forever instilled in a moment for us to become alive.