Blog #7 PB (smile)

      Can building memories be a passion? I'm not exactly sure but for the sake of my English grade I hope so!
        Remember how you held me in your arms that morning? You asked no questions just allowed me to pour out all my emotions.
every
        last
              Drop
 I do, I remember it all. 
       You came into my life, open a whole new chapter. Showed me your ways and like any chapter of any book you finished, even turned to a clean page for me to continue my book. Even though I wasn't ready to continue to the next page at least not without you.     
   Although I still contemplate each and every night, thinking why it had to end so soon. I still smile. smile from cheek to cheek, thinking of all the memories we shared. I read over and over that chapter in my life. Sometimes it causes me anger but I always end with a smile. You left me with nothing but a pink notebook in which I no longer write in, scared to finish the last good thing I have to remember you. Besides that I have nothing but the memories you help me create, and ever since than that's all I been craving for. Memories, each an everyday I thrive to have something to make me smile at the end of my day. Something I can one day laugh about or make a movie in my head.