American Pie by Don McLean

I happen to really love that song.

My mom would turn up the radio when it came on

I seriously didn't know what it meant at all, but I sang along.

Much like how I had no clue where she would be taking me, but I rode along.

She had a knack for getting me to go along with things.



anyway.
I have to write a poem about a memory being captured in time, and stuff for English class. I'm thinking of doing something involving my mom, and car rides. Maybe sitting in the car waiting for my dad to get off the train?

HMPH.


I miss my Viktorria, and I cannot wait to have our lunch date tomorrow.

I'm glad the mystery is over, and the hurt is gone. I'm glad I looked past him for that short moment on that day, I'm glad I saw him. I'm glad he saw me looking at him.