reminiscing

So it enables the voice of Robert Stack or someone else like him to do for us what it needs to, which is remind us that every moment of our lives is plugged in. Every moment is crucial. And if we recognize this and embrace it, we will one day be able to look back and understand and feel and regret and reminisce and, if we are lucky, cherish.

Missing someone is the reverberating echo of everything beautiful about her__er laugh, her song, her touch, her smell, the power of her words, and the constant shadow that lingers on as her perfect image in your memory.

...he told me all the things he liked to THINK he thought in the misty past.

And sometimes I try to stop speculating the future out of existence, and other times I just lean back and run with it because maybe it's for the best.

Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others - my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.

Suddenly it seemed to me that I looked back from a great distance on that smile and saw it all again - the smile and the day, the whole sunny, sad, funny, wonderful day and all the days that we had spent here together. What was I going to do when such days came no more? There could not be many; for we were a family growing old. And how would I learn to live without these people? I who needed them so little that I could stay away all year - what should I do without them?

The things that had changed seem out of place, and the things that had remained the same made Charlie feel out of place.

I love the way he smelled whenever his head dipped close to hear what I was saying__ike the sun striking th cheek of a tomato, or soap drying in the hood of a car. I loved the way his hand felt on my spine. I loved.

Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back_ Not so much to remember them as to feel them_

I still think of you every day.But I__ trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we_ but as long as I exist and so do you _ know that I will always love you.

I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life_But what hurts more is knowing you__l revise that chapter someday_._.. and you__l erase me completely.

I try to do something positive _ I socialise more_But deep down I know the truth.An entire world of people can never replace the one that I__e lost.

If you__e searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words _ you won__ find it.You can learn every language and read every word ever written _ but you__l never find what__ in your heart.How can you?He has it.

You can miss places. You can miss people.Just know that what you__e really missing is the way things were. And even if you could go there again_. see them again_. you can__ go back.They__e not the same.You__e not the same.The loss of them changed you.

I know he wasn__ perfect_But he did the best impression of it I__e ever seen.

A kiss_._.. is just a kiss_.Until it__ all you reminisce.(Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)