every time i listen to death cab it brings me back. or every time i see pictures of people who are there now, or every time i hang out with my london friends here, or every time i look at pictures, or every time i decide to torture myself and google image search it.
sometimes i look back and i can't believe it really happened at all. it was like a dream, this wonderful wonderful dream that could not possibly have been real ... except it was. i don't think i've ever lived more. i don't think i've ever laughed more. i'll never forget it, even when memories fade i'll always remember the feeling, the happiness that just bubbled inside me every day and made me feel like i could do anything.
i wonder how long it'll take me to shake this. i don't know if i ever will.
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