When nights are long, and we’re drawn to withdraw into memories, reliving moments of romances of those younger years. Looking back, it’s easy to see, all the ones who meant most to me, but am I someone’s regret? The one they can’t forget? Summer loves, autumn flings, sparkling and new or more just one of those things? Facing those choices we make and forgive, that we live to re-live. Can’t know who they think of when they love who they love, a mystery. It’s still far from certain if those days of flirtin’ left memories. It’s imponderable. We’ll never know, if they recall that same warm glow, that magic moment we met, the one I won’t forget.
