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Caterpillars fall
in threads of delicate silk.
long-ago summers...
*
Ah, I remember walking through the falling caterpillars on that summer day of long ago. I held your hand and felt more whole than I ever had. Maybe you're the first and last relationship that ever made me happy; I'm almost sorry I ended it.
Here's to you and your children, old friend, and your wife.
(ooc: he's talking about an OC, the mun was waxing nostalgic about an old boyfriend.)
in threads of delicate silk.
long-ago summers...
*
Ah, I remember walking through the falling caterpillars on that summer day of long ago. I held your hand and felt more whole than I ever had. Maybe you're the first and last relationship that ever made me happy; I'm almost sorry I ended it.
Here's to you and your children, old friend, and your wife.
(ooc: he's talking about an OC, the mun was waxing nostalgic about an old boyfriend.)