Aside

To and romance to my pensive mood on New Year’s eve was wine and a good drag on menthol cigarette… 

 

I realized that if a person you used to love becomes only a memory, then that love is not real anymore… And love fades and ends… And you emerge a victor, a survivor, when it does.

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