Sometimes when I think about the things that make me happy,
\nher voice rewinds in my head over and over.<\/p>\n
I cannot remember her,
\nbut in the summer mornings I would play with her for hours on end
\nin her house
\nin the garden
\nin my dreams.<\/p>\n
I cannot remember her,
\nbut I remember the feeling when she moved away,
\ntears rolling down my face.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever see her again, I miss you.<\/p>\n
I’m sorry I forgot your name.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sometimes when I think about the things that make me happy, her voice rewinds in my head over and over. I cannot remember her, but in the summer mornings I would play with her for hours on end in her house in the garden in my dreams. I cannot remember her, but I remember the … Continue reading My Best Friend<\/span>