By Justine Johnson - Posted on 10 October 2011

after two weeks of being gone and after she had already made her decision but kept it to herself, he hugged her tightly, pressing his face against her hair. “you still smell like you,” he whispered, almost to himself. she couldn’t help but hurt for him. the night ahead of them was going to change their entire lives.

 
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at every moment give birth

to a possible self

and kill another.

linger a moment

and gaze lovingly

at the self

you might

have

been