beginning of the end.

“I wish I knew when all my lasts were happening,” she gazed absentmindedly into the rain. “I wish I knew when I was hugging someone for the last time, or feeling a soul connection for the last time, because you never know if they’ll change their mind out of the blue or become a completely different person the next time you see them. I am so terrified of having lasts”, she dropped her voice to a whisper, “That maybe it would be safer not to have firsts.”


– protection /4.28.18


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