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Memories. My memories are close to heart, and stick out in my mind. But memories of true love, are often hard to find. The memories of being close, and thought of being there. The memories of winter days, being stuck in the cold sharp air. I remember that day within my heart, as it means allot to me. I like to look back upon those times, because of the nice things I see. Countless times I see your life, and it hurts to be apart. Not much change in that though. Being away hurt me from the start. I remember heated arguements, back when life was fun and free. I remember thinking I'd lost you. When I began to worry. Sometimes