Me and Tara stored all of the resources that we gathered, and then we went to the top of the wall of the outpost to look at the sky and reflect back on memories.
I was looking at the sky in deep thought. "Do you remember the time when we went to the museum together back in 1992?"
"I do, Ricky," Tara replied. "We were holding hands in the museum garden."
"We were also drunk," I laughed. "We had such a romantic time there."
Tara laughed. "We sure did, Ricky!"
Me and Tara continued to reflect back on memories.
"I remember when you were a police officer for a little while there back in 1993," Tara said. "Ricky, the policeman!"
"Yeah, that didn't last long!" I laughed. "It just wasn't for me."
"That's okay, Ricky," Tara responded. "You are a composer, and I love it."
I gave Tara a kiss. "Thanks, babe."
Tara smiled and hugged me.
The good old days of the past when things were beautiful, and we didn't have a single worry in the world. I sure miss those days. All I want out of life is for me and Tara to get married, have a family, and grow old together in love and happiness...