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A good day.

Today the sun was shining.
I wore my sunglasses and had a smile on my face.
I left my house whistling a happy tune for I was going to see my friends and have a good fun day out.

While on the bus, I got to thinking about the distortions of love.
The beginnings, the middles and the ending's.
I didn't think I would catch you, but I did.

We stood still.
Glancing at each other for a moment thinking is it him.
A stare followed by a smile.

I'm happy you came over, I'm happy we talked and I'm truly happy we can be friends.

You see a ghost is a reminder of a life you once had, a life you once loved to be in but sadly if you have a ghost that life is gone.
The dream is destroyed and will never be the same, the dream may come back and we may live in hope that it does but it wont be the same and chances are neither will you.

A dream of two made by one.
One who was consumed, consumed by us and the traditions and values, rules and regulations of relationships and the progression of a relationship.
 
Today was a good day.
I sit here, listening to the beach boys "don't worry baby".
Lets stop worrying, smile and enjoy the sunshine.

Today I had a great day, full of fun, excitement, adventure and unexpected encounters.
But I honestly wouldn't have had it any other way.

Stop more often and say hello, catch up and lets be friend's.

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