23 de julio de 2010

Most people will never taste that kind of love

I walked home alone that night.
I didn't care how she got home. It was weird.
I mean, I liked her, I liked her a lot, but out there on the field...
It was just different then.
That was the last time I saw her.

You know, most people will 
never taste that kind of love.
But at least I tasted it once, right?

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