July 2012
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the last thing i wanted to do was forget you, but here i am, trying to replay the memories in my head, trying to hear your voice so clearly like i always used to be able to, but i can’t. you’re slipping away and all i want is to see you again, to hear your voice. i’m scared that as small fragments of my memory drift away, soon, i won’t ever remember you existed. and...
“We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey...”
– Marcel Proust (via danseurs)
