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This part,

Right this very moment. These seconds. I’d never want anyone to see.

I would not want anyone to retweet this, like this, share it publicly. I’d never want these moments to be instagram’d, none of them flickr’d. Not one single ounce of this becoming a post on some wall.


I’m keeping them, as a draft. A reminder. A note to self.

Don’t you love anyone else ever again.