An old and faded memory

19 Jun

I hope that the breeze, when it brushes you, reminds you of all this love that I once felt for you.

I hope that when the wind touches you, it brings to your mind our many encounters, our entire history.

I hope that when you remember me, you remember me with love, with the smile on my face that could have been yours.

Remember me for who I really was and not for who you thought I was. Remember me and let my light brighten up your heart.

Remember me and don’t let me be and old faded memory.

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