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i. am. done. i won't post anymore here. :heart:

March 2 How could I possibly begin to write all that I feel. Nothing contained on paper could ever truly explain how much I could thrive off of one instant with you. The exquisite beauty, obscurely brilliant. To capture the shimmer of the air, the pink and gold lights. To bottle up everything contained in that moment, every desire, every dream, every possibility, although infinitesimally small, to press it against my heart, to embrace every imaginable feeling. I couldn't really tell you how I feel. It's hopeless and tragic. How such rhapsody could revolve singularly on one instant, and how it remains so dreadfully beautiful, so perfect. You

You are my memories. The memories that filled my dreams laying under the mid-western sun, endless afternoons, music on repeat. You are the memory that follows the lyrics. You are Crash into Me. Always on repeat. You are the summer that never ended. The summer morning. The first summer morning that I woke up in your arms, the way I hopelessly wished, but could never tell you, every morning after it could be. The summer afternoons. The first summer afternoon. That day. It could have been the most ordinary day of my life. Instead it was the day we met. It was effortless then. Floating, heartbreakingly, innocent. It was enough to know that there