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  August 04, 2014 at 10:33pm

It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.

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The one with the waterfall by: Tomas Nadrchal

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The one with the waterfall by: Tomas Nadrchal

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She looked perfectly into the camera

she looked perfectly into eternity u mean

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awwww-cute:

She looked perfectly into the camera

she looked perfectly into eternity u mean

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