for-all-you-have-left

I set my face toward the sun again, and I think about my old life__he one I feel as though I__e abandoned somehow. It hurts to think of it that way. And even though I know it wasn__ perfect, I look back now, and all I see is perfection. Every soft whisper, every spoken word, every gentle touch__t__ all perfect. Time won__ let me see it otherwise. They__e all just perfect memories__erfect, untouchable moments that came and went so softly that they almost feel as if they were always just a dream.

Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.

I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I__e learned you don__ so easily get it back.