I'm finding myself tearing up at the thought of a beautiful boys eyes looking at me. I find myself searching for memories that are sometimes so unclear that I'm not sure if they ever really existed or if just the haze of the idea of them existing at all.
I am constantly surprised by the emotional sparks that I find in myself with memories that I was sure had been put in my past.
Sometimes painful, but even in that I find this beautiful release that makes it all worth it.
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