You never ever forget your first love
But finding your true love helps you forget the pain and make your heart whole again.
i remember the tree, it was our special spot, down 308 to the left side with the bayou to my right. i remember driving between rows and rows of sugar cane. i remember parking my tiny little four door under the branches of the african tree. i remember chasing you around the field until we fell together, our clothes falling off. i remember driving away our mark left there forever. i remember find pictures of that tree, of you, of me. i remember crying under that tree when you broke my heart in three. i remember driving by that spot just the other day. the tree is gone, covered with rows and rows of bushes that don’t belong. we don’t belong. i remember feeling relief. the tree is gone. you are gone. and i am gone from you.
Since when has love ever looked for reasons, or evidence? Why would love bow to the reality of things, when it creates a reality of its own, so much more vivid, wherein everything resonates to the key of the heart?
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