The Seven Year Slip

by Ashley Poston

“Clementine,” I replied. “Oh, like—” I squeezed his hand a little tighter and deadpanned, “If you sing that song, I might have to kill you.” He laughed. “I’d never dream of it.”

Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind moment <3

Sometimes the people you loved left you halfway through a story. Sometimes they left you without a goodbye.