memories of love

Every time I see a black Ford sedan on the road, I get just a second of pulled back in time to feelings of love and purpose. Thinking of you often, wishing you well.

Author: Him

A story of love lost. Just a guy in love with a woman that doesn't want a relationship with him. She moved away and married someone else. I have shared this blog with her, and she knows the truth. I tried. I waited for a while. But, none of it worked. She is married to someone else now, but still drops into my life now and again. I am trying to move on. But, she was my one true love that inspired me to be a better person. If any of this story has meaning to you, please let me know. Thank you.

3 thoughts on “memories of love”

  1. Was hoping to be home for 10 days in September, but I don’t think I will be welcomed!☹️

    Sorry you have to deal with memories of me.

    1. Why would you not be welcomed at home? I hope we can say hi if you do come. Don’t be sorry for my memories. They are the bright spots of my day. I have good memories you know. Like of the night we drove home after Ethiopian dinner.

  2. I am from one of the states that ******** doesn’t want visitors from….. I don’t have enough time to quarantine!!!

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