A Memory Of Future Glory I should have told you when I had the chance, when we were both to young to know what words like 'love' and 'loss' really meant. Now you're gone, you're with him instead and I watch him run his fingers through your hair and wish they were my fingers exploring your glowing tresses, or yours in mine. It's been four years, and I know we're not the people we were anymore, but somewhere, in the back of my mind, there is a memory of us together: a photograph of us laughing and sitting as close as lovers without touching. From time to time I take that photo out and imagine what might have been if I'd just told you how I felt. We could have been glorious.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful. - Neil Gaiman

I like to have a martini, Two at the very most. After three I’m under the table, after four I’m under my host. -Dorothy Parker

I like to have a martini, Two at the very most. After three I’m under the table, after four I’m under my host. -Dorothy Parker

I like to have a martini, Two at the very most. After three I’m under the table, after four I’m under my host. -Dorothy Parker