I remember the first time I had keylime pie.
You fed me a bite of yours from your fork and called it “cleansing to the pallet.”
And maybe that’s why I love it so much now.
Cause it takes me back to that moment, back to you, every single time.
I remember the first time I had keylime pie.
You fed me a bite of yours from your fork and called it “cleansing to the pallet.”
And maybe that’s why I love it so much now.
Cause it takes me back to that moment, back to you, every single time.