
As we age and as we grow as people our perceptions of the world and the people in it change. We stop liking pickles and start drinking coffee. Our favorite color jumps from primary blue to dock blue with a tint of smokey grey. Cheesey crushes blossom into infatuation and then into true love. Smiles stay smiles but the smirk portray's devious idea's or uneasy shyness.
As i watch her get into the town car, black as night and idling in the icy wind, she turns to us and waves, a tear frozen to her cheek...
All for the sake of what... LOVE?
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