
“And could look back at these pictures and think that the life I’d always wanted, the kind of life I’d always imagined for myself, had, almost without my noticing, come to be. How lucky was I? That these were friends? In my home? Having stew I made for them?”
this has echoed in my mind each time i smile wistfully at my friends from across the room.
2 months ago
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