The gift of memory is an awful curse.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

"This is the story of the first and last time I ever fell in love. With the beautiful, complicated, fascinating, woman who inhabits my soul . . .  if we never see each other again, and you are out walking one day, and you feel a certain presence beside you, that will be me, loving you, where ever I am."

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