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You know, this song came from a night I spent with my dad, looking through old photos. He was telling me about his first truck, summer of '85, and somehow that turned into this story about young love and small-town memories. That's where the magic happens, you know?

Two years ago, I fucked up. But not in the way you think.That night—we were driving back from school and it was raining so hard we had to stop at that motel. Do you remember?”

Why is writing letters so hard? Talking to you is always easy, I guess because a letter isn’t like a real conversation. I have to say a bunch of stuff and then wait weeks for your reply. It’s like a conversation between two people who have been hit with a slow spell. California is okay I guess. It’s way hotter than Hawkins and it’s always sunny. I miss clouds. I miss you.

I'm just finishing up some work and thinking about how things changed between us so fast without any explanation but I'm not even mad because people choose their own way in the end. Just wanted to say stay safe out there and I'm always in your corner.

I was sitting there in my car, just feeling completely lost, like everything was falling apart. And this stranger just came up and asked if I was okay. It's crazy how sometimes the people who help us the most are the ones we've never met before.

You know, looking back at those memories we shared, it's like watching an old movie. We were so close, laughing about everything and nothing. And now when I think about those moments, it's different. Everything changed, but those memories stay with you.

The world moves fast, People rush, and Places change. But in the midst of it all, The little choices we make— —often go unnoticed, “Every day, Life moves forward. Everyone has their own struggles, Their own journey .”

Time moves differently in forgotten places. Beneath ancient trees, where moss creeps over crumbling stone walls, nature whispers stories of what once was. The air holds memories, suspended like dust motes in filtered sunlight, telling tales of lives long past.