A Note

I find myself remembering us in the oddest of places at the most inappropriate of times. Random memories or thoughts can pop into my head with almost any trigger, the scent of your cologne on someone else, a jacket you wore once, a guns n' roses shirt, anything. I often hope for a split second that you'll come back with the flood of memories.

But the real thoughts of us, the good, the bad, the beginning, the end, and all the bullshit in between, come from the dark corners.

I've been catching myself wandering around the dark corners quite often lately.