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If it’s possible to have to most romantic night of your life while incapable of holding food down, with a fever that must have been 110 degrees, and with a splitting headache and horrible cramps, then last night was the most romantic night of my life.
It didn’t really matter how bad I felt (except for the part where I couldn’t eat), because there was a beautiful dinner and candlelight and those little twinkly Christmas lights all around and a big fireplace to keep me warm during my fever chills…and then cozy boyfriend Pjs when my pretty dress which I bought special for the occasion was just too cold and uncomfortable, and cuddly cozing with blankets and cheesy TV shows and miraculous big glasses of cold water with lemon, and little snoozes, and lots of smiling and feeling somehow like we were on our first date and lucky all over again to have each other. I can’t remember the last time I was so sick, but I also can’t remember the last time I had a night so good.
I'm 16, I'm a college student, I take pictures, I meet people and I can fall in love with almost anyone or anything. I'm alive, and most of the time that feels like a miracle. I have an obsessive need to create things and to capture moments however I can. Memories are my lifesource, Forgetting is my enemy. I want no endings, nothing lost, completed or disposed of. I want to keep everything close and keep it forever.
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