just for a while

this was the place of

many firsts. pancakes which he helped you drizzle maple syrup over. vanilla ice-cream in tiny glasses, sharing them in a single silver teaspoon. you like to think it says a lot; that you don’t usually share ice-cream but you don’t mind sharing it now. running up the staircases. running back down. lying on your backs with your legs wrapped around each other’s. the first time you genuinely felt afraid to lose someone.

this was the place of

nothing that will mean anything again

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