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There’s a special kind of magic on nights like this, a certain sort of nostalgia when the past intermingles with the present and flirts with the future.
And isn’t it silly to love the way someone’s things look like next to yours? Little bits and pieces of lives lived in parallel.
Can you have a hangover from bad decisions?
“just because you let yourself love someone doesn’t mean they’re going to leave.”
“Okay, you can have them.” I nod at the cookies in his hands. “My cookies and my smiles.”