Into The Night

Into The Night

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WpMetadataReadConcluida jue, jul 27, 201717h 25m
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Harry Styles
"Just give me one more chance, take my hand and I'll take you to Wonderland." Honestly, I did not choose to go to Canada, it wasn't really the first thing I want to do on my to-do list. It happened anyways, I get to meet up with new friends and some old friends. . . I knew another story would start, yet, I didn't realise then, it will eventually lead me to someone I thought I knew, someone I'd been searching for. . . someone who had been gone for a long time. Listen to a story with wild adventures, a couple of mischief here and there, a load of movie and music references, friendship and, well, a little bit of love. Not really a little bit. . . it's honestly, more than that.
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"When you let me go," I trail on, "did it hurt?" He smiles genuinely, "It did. It was the most painful thing I had to do but, I had to. I had to let you go." There are a million places on earth I want to go to, to see, to memorize, to experience. But through the places I've been, there's still one place I always go back to. Meeting him was an adventure, was a travel with an uncertain destination yet, it was the best ride I've ever been in. Only, one day I'm just led to believe that those journeys never happened. I woke up one day and time had left me. Fine details had been scratched, stories were rewritten, the writings on the wall painted over. . . and he never existed. Then I found his letter and his necklace, then suddenly, we were back to where we were.

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