Eventual Gap

The mystery of love,
Nothing hits you until something left you.

Love @ first sight, or wrong on hindsight.

The only memory I had of you was the hugs that we shared every time we met and the kisses we made out every time we part. And the Sunday lunch that we shared so ever religiously.

The first kiss flew into me and the last kiss that flew away from me.

Tried not hard enough or had had enough.

We did not leave a way out for both of us.
We just wrote our history in a pathetic lorry.

Baby goodbye take care.