when was the last time, and did we know then that it would be?
no, for if i had understood i’d have held on forever, the end would never come;
i’d will it away.
there were tears that neither of us understood at the time.
i laughed them off. “this was too beautiful,” or something equally inane.
maybe if i hadn’t laughed, if the tears had continued, the denoument
would have only
been an interlude.
This was inspired by these stills from the film The End of the Affair.
Peace, people.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Along with the picture this made my breath shudder slightly tipping my mind. X
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This is beautiful Thanks for sharing this. Made me smile.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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