Sentimental Sunday

This is what I miss today, so much I'm not even sure how to handle it.
Watching sunsets, sunrises n storms. Smiling, crying, staying alive, feeling it all from our window in East Brunswick.
Those were the never ending days, and we were not stories. We were infinite.

 

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