packing
This week is my packing/ moving week. Move in date: march 1st. I'm tired and my back is broken. But the thing that is hurting the most is watching my stuff get put away in boxes. I'm wandering around my apartment and I get filled with this bittersweet sadness and sentimentality. I look at the plates and think about what dreams we had when buying
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When I told you about looking at my grandfather's razor, thinking he'd never use it again, it's rather similar to the feeling I get when I look at things Ali bought for me. And, I can only imagine, similar to the way this feels for you. It's a lot like looking back on a pathway full of broken promises.
"That was when I told you it'd be forever."
"We bought this thinking we'd have it laying around the house until the end of time. That we'd be until the end of time."
I was thinking to myself at CPM, while I was packing some porn more than likely (which has nothing to do with this at all), that that's one of the saddest things I can think of. The transition from "I love you." to "Goodbye." If I wrote it out as I really thought about it, it would be a story, and too long for an lj comment.
And again, writing a comment for you, a completely random song I don't even *know* comes to mind and I look up the lyrics for you:
The Calling - Believing
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