Shot.
When I first saw that photograph, I was filled with wonderful memories of that eventful day, and especially of everything we've done to make it perfect. Then suddenly, I was reminded of something more poignant, more heartbreaking.
I don't know if I should be holding on to that memory.
Or maybe I don't want to know anything at all.
Labels: Dear Diary
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