"Do you remember the day in the park?
I do.
Do you remember pushing me on the swing and laughing?
I do.
Do you remember chasing me around?
I do.
Do you remember the sneers from the parents around us?
I do.
Do you remember tackling me to ground?
I do.
Do you remember hovering over me and tickling my sides?
I do.
Do you remember me saying ‘stop’?
I do.
Do you remember laughing along with me?
I do, just barely.
Do you remember climbing off me?
I do.
Do you remember seeing her?
I do.
Do you remember the look you gave her?
I do, it automatically made me hate her.
Do you remember the little boy with her; he looked about nine?
I do, he looked like you.
Do you remember yanking me away?
I do, it hurt.
Do you remember calling a taxi?
I do.
Do you remember shoving me inside?
I do.
Do you remember slamming the door of the taxi in my face?
I do, it was mere inches from my nose.
Do you remember the day in the park?"
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Crossroad
Romance“We all have our own path. This is mine. And that is yours. We are merely at crossroads together.”
