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who you are will become a memory, who you become will be a stranger. and that’s the weirdest part about falling out with someone who has memorized the back of your hands, the sunday morning routines, the smell of your hair and the sound of your laugh. the hope is you and I will become an entirely different bundle of cells - made new by our experiences and constant change of perspective. this immense sense of vulnerability I feel is fading, with every new day. a loose thread in your favorite sweater unraveling until it is unrecognizable. this is my hope that there come a time you don’t know me anymore; a time where who I was becomes a memory, and who I am is a stranger.
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
my hope
who you are will become a memory, who you become will be a stranger. and that’s the weirdest part about falling out with someone who has memorized the back of your hands, the sunday morning routines, the smell of your hair and the sound of your laugh. the hope is you and I will become an entirely different bundle of cells - made new by our experiences and constant change of perspective. this immense sense of vulnerability I feel is fading, with every new day. a loose thread in your favorite sweater unraveling until it is unrecognizable. this is my hope that there come a time you don’t know me anymore; a time where who I was becomes a memory, and who I am is a stranger.
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
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