In the after midnight hours of sleeplessness lost memories return to me. Forgotten moments remembered with pictures, forgotten faces of childhood friends. Everyone who has lived as long as I have has had a million or more memories and have forgotten many of them. We only remember the most significant, the lovers, good friends and family, or memories we would rather forget but haunt us. In these after midnight hours I ponder through my past and search for only the best memories I have ever had. I Am thankful there have been many and enough to make me smile. There is one memory that continually comes to mind I cannot forget and that is the beauty of my Twin Flame. This one beautiful memory is at the forefront of all others and is always with me.
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