Tuesday, August 11, 2009
on former lovers turnng 30
"When I was twenty-two yesterday meant something to me, and I dreamed of making her happy, promising vacations in Helmand and whispering forever in abandoned tobacco warehouses. I staged elaborate displays of immature love in an attempt to ward off impermanence, and made promises in the dark with words I understood in context..."
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