2001-04-12 :: 10:15 a.m.

Days like this.
Make it real hard to remember the bad times with you.

The view from your handlebars is the one I like best. With or without the bike. You know what I mean. Without having to read it. Or be told. Maybe.

But we'll go on as long as we have to, I'll dance if you dance, and pretend we don't think about us in the company of new (less) significant others.

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