-memories- br like lovely folded notes of secrets br we just couldn't keep to ourselves br cold fresh lead and ink spilled out every want and wish br and our eyes would light up to the sound of the giggles br or we would sigh at the frowns br I would get cold and feel your hands grab mine br I would drift into thought almost at the brink of a good cry br I’m 16 I shouted there's not much more than this br driving home at midnight with tears and shivering voices creasing through the warm summers air br there's not much more to happiness other than those past times br when laughing was everything br but, when I can't even remember the last time she and I laughed for no reason at all br I depend on those memories of our childhood when we knew no more than to just br laugh at ourselvesbr br victoria martinezbr br