whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. because nobody else will. like when someone comes into your life and half of you says you're nowhere near ready, but the other half says: make her yours forever.
you once told me, our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch. is that true for everybody, or is it just poetic bullshit?
i come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I've lost since my childhood is washed out. i tell myself, if that were true, and I waited long enough then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until i'd see it was tommy. he'd wave and maybe call. i don't know if the fantasy go beyond that, i can't let it. i remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. what I'm not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. we all complete. maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time.
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