Letter 50 "Precious Memories"

Letters, words, feelings...
The less complicated the harder it is to really see
Easy things never feel right, or good
They just make the moment right...
Some people could care less about worth and things like love
But not me, never
That'd mean forgetting about you and the things that remind me of you
Things like a sunset in the evening, a gentle breeze, and the moonlight
The touch of your face, that feeling I would get when my hands wrap around your waist
How foolish could anyone be to sacrifice that, to lose you
What soulless world I'd be forced to wander, how life would haunt me
knowing nothing of you, except for that same precious memory
And nothing else...