Text by vallily
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December 31, 2010
You walked together, not hand in hand but close enough. The room was empty, except for a camera, longing for the guts and glory of the year past. You both sat — mutual strangers, arms separate, half asleep. The night is blurry, but there.
January 1,…
Right in the feels.
This piece tears at my heart strings because it is so close to a personal memory and story of my own. :/
As a self-imposed rule, I don’t like reblogging stuff as it lacks originality, or I have failed to embrace the cross...