You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened - or you can just leave the pieces on the flor and MOVE THE FUCK ON.

20.8.09


I concentrated even harder, dredging up specific memories, letting them flood my mind. Some of the memories were not clear:
the first time I'd seen his face, the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness..
And the sharp memories, perfectly recalled:
his face when I'd opened my eyes to my new life, that first kiss, that first night.
Memories that will remain FOREVER.


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