Last night, I went old school, listened to the radio and some good old songs on my ipod, and burst into tears like a little girl who lost her doll. I reminisced, on purpose. I wanted to remember you, and I, and how happy we were. I was smiling, and sobbing and it was so hard to breathe. I remembered the first day, the first date, the first gift, the first kiss and how all those firsts made me feel like a woman, again. I recollected blissful thoughts and was able to veer away from pain for a few minutes. I began to realize how much I love you then, and how I've been so still in love today. So I wept some more, and when I managed to breathe again, I felt the pain coming back. And I wished the tears never stopped.
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