Tag: Memories
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… while I was running around in a Blondie T-shirt, buying overpriced captain’s caps, and dining on street sausage.
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His love is real, but it cannot be spoken, pursued, or resolved.
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while the owner, kind and amused, watched an Englishman fall in love with his coffee shop.
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One night that loneliness felt heavier than usual. I sat there, staring into the firelight, wishing I’d just gone straight home. I was tired in that profound winter way, when the cold seems to settle inside you.
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And when your eyes filled over nothing at all, you would whisper an apology for feeling so much.
