To the girl I loved, once upon a time, you were a wild adventure, a ride with no obvious destination.
You were a sunset in autumn, warm and beautiful and full of color.
Your love was so raw, so real, so full of affection and desire, I sometimes wonder if anything could ever compare.
And I sometimes find myself back in the past, wishing I could hold your hand once again, and feel how it felt to love you and be loved by you, just for a second.
Feel how it felt to be young and pure, not yet scarred by a cruel life in a cruel world, just one last time.