15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

If you couldn’t remember what you ate for breakfast, would that worry you? It worries me. I can’t remember much these days, but I remember my Gloria. She was the love of my life. Gloria, an apt name for a woman with glorious blond hair and blue eyes and a voice even angels would kill for. A woman who gave more than she took. A woman who never asked favors from anyone and never took a dime. She’d give you the clothes off her back if you were in need though. That was my Gloria. I should have asked her to marry me. I shouldn’t have let her go. What did I have for breakfast? I don’t remember. Have you seen Gloria around? She said she’d meet me here. Why do you want to know what year it is? It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters since Gloria died. Nothing matters anymore. Can you take me home now?