Often times I recall the warm summer streets of my city. The sun beating down upon aged pavement as she and I lovingly travelled upon clouds of young hopeless love. The pictures I keep, now buried in folders upon folders, are proof of a time in which I lived a love intangible since. Each venture since the end I have measured and compared to this first love. Though the best has yet to come, my vision still always finds its way back to the sun soaked streets of the Port City during the happiest times of my life.
The best times yet. Much, much more to come.
Promise.