What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.
-Ernesto Che Guevara
right from the start, it did not feel quite right..
my cells weren't feeling reciprocity.
maybe I liked the attention, maybe I liked him.
guess there are just some things we will never find out?
and that's the way the cookie crumbles.
I am fine, really.
That's what I think.
That's what I hope.
Life's brief candle, huh.
xx
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