Monday, April 17, 2006
It was a full moon...
She looked at me and said, "everytime you look at the full moon, remember I'll be looking at the same full moon, no matter where I am!".
And now, everytime I look at a full moon, I remember her.
Some people think they will be remembered by a rose, that soon loses its colors,
others by a picture, that soon fades away...
but you always knew how to be remembered...forever!