| Knowing the alternative, I would have kept my baby... I hate the guilt.    
   
   
The mind may have forgotten, but the body remembers everything — in the melody of a song, in a rip of a dress, in a taste stuck at the tip of your tongue, in the freckled constellation splattered across your light skin, in a look not meant to be a look, in the movement of their hips against yours, in a graze between nervous hands, in the loud beat of your beating heart. In one moment, the body remembers everything so vividly, so wildly, as if it were experiencing it the first time and the last time combined — an explosion of sorts that will never seem to leave with time. These things have become pieces of us that have found a way to stay forever, as much as we deny it ever happened. But the reality is that it was never a figment — in fact, it was our realest dream somehow brought to life. 
Love, Tori |
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Love,
Tori |
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