Today I drove past a little parking lot in Northside. Yunno the one. The one that was the setting for the magical first kiss in the late March snow?
Yeah - I wish I could not remember it too. Because as I drove by, I felt something give inside me like an overused cardboard box folded closed once too often. Collapsing in upon itself.
How can a memory that was so sweet and memorable at the time cause so much unexpected damage now?
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