Continued nostalgia brought me back to a past, where sadness chains my life. Those were, times of innocent love which would have me trapped in a ever lasting nightmare were I could, no, can never be with her. The one you meet at young age with a heart so large it could love the whole world, compared to then, I am nothing but a half man right now. You probably don't remember me anymore, but I always remember you... Always, to a point where it hurts and brings the tears up my eyes and a lump up my throat. The time we spent on the over snowed rails and that one time when we slept close to each other talking all night... Are the times that will never let my wounded heart recover.