When I'm old and wrinkled, this time will be lost in memory.
This second, this place, will be just another wasted time.
A time that passed so quickly and almost ghostly through my fingers.
I won't remember this exact time, because so many other memories will have taken it's place.
It isn't an important time to remember, but an important time to enjoy.
The only thing I will remember is that I was happy.
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