KatEyez

I don't know exactly how I'm going to expand on this....perhaps make it a sort of running travel log.




This city held so many ghosts for me. Nothing but bad memories. The ones that hurt the most are those longing, aching memories of that beautiful sailor that I thought I loved. Hell, who am I kidding? I would have walked barefoot to Hell and back for him. I loved him, and I thought he loved me. I hope he's happy wherever he is. Then there are the bittersweet memories of time spent here with my high-school sweetheart. He loved me, there was never a doubt about that. But in the end it wasn't enough. It was my fault; my choice. I still miss him, still think about him. Especially on those stormy Florida days when the sky is grey over a churning ocean and the clouds can't decide it they want to let go of the rain or not. One of those days when the wind seems to have some sort of control over everything. The last time we left town was one of those days. I still worry about him. So why does this place keep drawing me back?

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"All the kids on the block line up one at a time to see Mary Jane,
Cause she gives them a treat and she treats them so nice, Mrs. Mary Jane.
All the kids on the block line up one at a time to see Mary Jane.
Cause she gives them the love that they need she's so fine Mrs. Mary Jane."

-Ethan and the Ewox