She smelled of a fruity fragrance, the apple of my eye. But that’s the past and reminiscing here is just a waste of time, in my opinion. Listen, this is what I tell ‘em: never say goodbye, unless you mean it; that’s a living lesson. Cos she once was the pinnacle of dreams and goals, and nowadays it seems unbelievable how we walk past as strangers, things are getting stranger from the things that people saying and it’s crazy how its changing cos everyday we talked, and everyday I called you. And now you’re unrecognizable, I don’t even know you. Used to always smile with a style and grace, and now she’s quiet, standing with the look of pain in her face. She says “I see you making music, I hope you know I’m proud of you.” I smile and I say Thanks, and then I ask her “How are you? What school are you attending, what’s your major?” and such. “I hope you’re living to the fullest out having some fun.” She says “I do, but honestly, to tell you the truth; we used to talk about having kids, all that halabaloo.” I say, “Yeah, I remember. How’s that relevant to you?” She said, “I never thought those days here would come so soon…”
