The park was quiet that Friday afternoon, and even more beautiful than I had remembered it being.
For a long time I wished I had felt guilt for my deception – all I felt was a kind of acceptance that defied any sort of otherwise appropriate remorse.
And I don’t recall anyone else being there …
Just the Lovers; us.
We were quite alone.
But I no longer was.
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Beautiful words to ago along your other post.
Beautiful…
Thank you.