It strikes me as a lover, recalling the best times he ever had with his girl. It wasn't the hours of fun and movies, wasn't the dates and the things they had in common, it was times like this: knowing that she was always going to be there, having her sleeping on his shoulder. It was these small things that mattered most to him.
It strikes me as a lover, recalling the best times he ever had with his girl. It wasn't the hours of fun and movies, wasn't the dates and the things they had in common, it was times like this: knowing that she was always going to be there, having her sleeping on his shoulder. It was these small things that mattered most to him.