Iâ€™d like to tell you a story. It began in middle school. I can remember it more clearly now than before. Itâ€™s funny how memories fade away then become clear again. But every once in a while, like once in a blue moon (which happens, you should look into that), the recovered memory eclipses all hopes of what it actually entails. It presents a perfect point in time, one that makes its mark forever entrenched in the pantheon of what makes life worth it, if only because of the knowledge of what comes after.
|This Is Where I Leave You by joecbell79|