starlight. | phan au
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Last published Fri, Dec 25, 2015
The biting cold winter air is my favorite thing ever. The way snowflakes land on your lashes and how pellets of frozen water fall softly on the leafless trees at the park.
Phil loved those things too. We loved a lot of the same things.
I always saw him, sitting on a park bench just looking at the snow folding into the swings and running into the frozen fountain. He always wore this blue jacket. It was almost the color of his eyes, almost the color of the sea in spring, when the ice had not thawed completely but the water still gushed everywhere like words spilling out on a blank page.
I guess we didn't love the same things, really.
Phil didn't love himself. I did the loving for him.
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i kind thought this song would go with this story? but kind of gender switching i guess
She by Dodie Clark (doddleoddle on YouTube): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vpg3gtwepSs
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