Let me tell you about my life . .
about the things that have made up most of my existence . .
or at least the ones that have stayed so imprinted into my
consciousness that I've never quite forgotten them. .
That first kiss that we shared while we hid under the table
hoping no one would find us . .
A first kiss that would be as sweet as innocence because that's all
there really was in it . .
Losing your brother and then your mother . .
And realizing that now you might actually be truly and utterly alone . .
Speeding down deserted roads with your friends singing in the backseat . .
Standing outside your window playing guitar until you finally
decided to come out . .
Never quite sure what to say to you . . .
And your hand always warm - - holding onto mine .
