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yesterday marked 5 years
and i'm getting sentimental in my old age.
it feels like we've been on hold
for most of it, until he came here.
something about waking up next to each other,
fighting over dishes, and brushing our teeth
together before bed. its nice, it feels real.
unlike im conversations.
rest in peace mr. vonnegut.
and i'm getting sentimental in my old age.
it feels like we've been on hold
for most of it, until he came here.
something about waking up next to each other,
fighting over dishes, and brushing our teeth
together before bed. its nice, it feels real.
unlike im conversations.
rest in peace mr. vonnegut.