Yuma, AZ, USA
My exgirlfriend, who is one of my closest friends would really feel this poem. While I was in bootcamp I wrote her like every other day. Before I left I would go by her house at like 2 a.m. and leave a rose on her stearing wheel or a little note. Well after six months we broke up and she got mad at me. She gave her box of memories to my best friend to give to me. I didn't want it so I told him to do whatever he felt like doing with it. He threw it away. To this day she kicks herself for getting rid of that box. We both cherish all those memories even though we are just friends and will only be that. That was a special time for her and I.
Thanx for reminding me of her and the special relationship i have with her and bringing back all those memories. It is always nice to walk down memory lane.