Liam's Journal: 08/18-19

you smiled a half-smile.our hands moved over one another’s palms and fingers. everything in my life had come apart. my sister’s mask, my father’s comfort, my brothers innocence, my secure cynicism, even my house- and yet, here you were. this was happening, with the beautiful wreckage of my old life around us, and the promise of something new, something new and good.

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it appears to be a series of journal entries/letters written from a guy to a girl. it is only his side of this story, because it’s his journal to her. pieces of their story have to be finished with your imagination. 

I have thoughts. but I think I should let the journal tell it’s own story. 

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