A day in late December

> Some things are easy to forget, wether we like it or not,
wether we want to or not, we forget things, and sadly
sometimes those things are the ones we shouldn't forget.

I was never good at remember things, not because they
didn't matter to me or because they weren't important enough,
sometimes you just get too comfortable with life that you forget
the little things, you think that the little things you've forgotten
won't come back to bite you in the future, but they will, and by then
it's too late. Knowing this I promised myself that no matter what
could happen,wether good or back, that I wanted to remember everything,
every little moment of every minute of everyday that I spent with her,
Of course, it's almost impossible unless you record or photograph the moments
as they're happening, but we didn't have that luxury, I was here and she was there,
so how was I suppose to capture a memory of our first moments together
when we were miles away from each other?





Music.

dystopic claims

> I like the gain of momentum it begins to have at 0:36,

If you focus on the sound, get rid of the vocals, it's like

you're listening to two different songs at once..

"to synthesize into my music the emotions of my childhood" - College

Remember

A day in late December

>  We were both young, we couldn't really travel,
but we did our best to make it work. We lived in
different time zones, I'd change the time on whatever
clock I had to match her time, we'd buy phone cards
with whatever little money we had, unfortunately they
never had phone cards with enough time to say everything
we wanted to say.

  I remember the first time I heard her voice, I had the biggest
smile on my face and though we weren't face to face
I felt myself blushing, feeling the giggling feeling of love consume me
and I knew that it was the sound of her voice what I wanted to hear
every morning, for the rest of my life.

A Lucid dream

> Sometimes I have the same reoccurring dream..

I dream that I'm falling, but instead of feeling afraid

I am consumed by a feeling of tenderness, a feeling of peace.

And as I close my eyes, the memories of my loved one

come to mind as clear as bright daylight

and just when I get to one my favorite memories..

I wake up.

A day in late december

> I must've stood there for what seemed a lifetime..

quietly watching her as she sat reading a book? or perhaps

looking at the time on her phone? I couldn't tell, her back was towards me

I assumed she was looking at the time since I was running late, probably wondering

where I was, thinking I probably stood her up.

 I was afraid she'd turn around

and see me standing there like an idiot, an idiot processing what seemed to be a

million thoughts at once, looking for words, the first words, the right words

to say to her today.. because today wasn't just a day

today was the day that I would meet the someone I have loved for so very long,

and for the first time I would experience that butterfly feeling you often read in books

or witness on a romantic film and come to find.. that it's real.