this story will be broken up: there will be some memories, and there will be some moments. both are close to my heart, and i will always hold onto them like broken shards of glass, something dear and precious and priceless.
god, i hope you never ever stumble on this. i'd be mortified; i'm realizing that i sound kind of pathetic and clingy but hey, i was never the best at moving on.
especially not from you.
