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Sunday 22 November 2009

Falling, Falling, Falling.

They tell me that you can't catch a memory, not for your life. Yet here are a great deal of memories standing infront of me, personified into a handsome boy I've loved for far too long. How couldn't I catch my dearest memories when they're so close that it is all I can do to fling my arms around them, to never let go.
They tell me that the most agile and strong of us never can keep the memories they catch. not for your death. But here they are, between my clasp, so close that my lips brush against them.
They tell me that the weakest memories will fight and push you away, but I must have chosen a strong one. He held me back and listened to me whisper and cry and poke butterfly kisses on his shoulder.
Screw what those sucks told me, my memories are right here.

2 comments:

  1. god ur writing is amazing :0
    u know what they say..no matter what u do, u can never forget ur first love...
    but hey that guy kept hurting u over and over again right?
    i dont know what to say.cause if i were u,i would keep the memories right there as well.
    so id better not tell u to forget him.
    i know i wouldnt.

    make sure hes worth having his own space in ur memories.for ur sake darling.cause we never wanna see u in pain again:)

    xx

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  2. damn it nats who is this guy? xo

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