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“i don't know what's worse - being forgotten or realizing you never mattered enough for them to stay.”

— greg santora

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her eyes are fixated on me like i'm the only thing keeping her steady. i don't know what it is she sees when she looks at me like that, like i'm made of something rare, something she's afraid to lose.

— greg santora

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i can’t remember when it all started. maybe it was always like this. maybe it wasn’t. it’s hard to say now. i’ve forgotten most of the details, the ones that matter anyway. all i know is that one day i woke up and realized everything was slipping away from me. even the things that felt important. especially those things. it’s been like this for a while.

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Do you think you could recover if you find out the most gut wrenching things you write 10 years from now? 

my own writing means less to me than people realize

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she cradles my face in her hands like i am the most precious thing in existence, i have never known a love so pure, so absolute, as the love she bestows upon me.

— Greg Santora

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it feels as though she is sculpting me anew with each touch - remolding me into someone worthy of this boundless love. she reshapes what i am, piece by piece, until i am something more.

— Greg Santora

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Would you be friends with an ex lover?

absolutely not

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I COLLECT THESE FRAGMENTS IN MY PALM, THOUGH THEY OFTEN DRAW BLOOD

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Through this rhythm, I stole glances at her in the rearview mirror. Each glimpse a mosaic piece adding to an abstraction of a woman, as if God had broken the mold after creating her.

— Greg Santora

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— Greg Santora

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so you’d rather marry the last person you were in love with? 😭

have i ever loved? has anything i’ve ever felt been real? can i prove it? can you recognize love if you haven’t felt it? how do you know when you’ve felt it? have i felt it? have i ever loved? have i ever loved? have i ever loved?

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you're lowkey so cool

i keep missing these in my notifications and then i respond 7 years later 😣 say it to my face coward.

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in my dreams we’re laying in the meadow. the grass sways as she turns to me. it tickles my knees through worn denim. she pulls me up, flush against her. i breathe her in, wildflowers and summer. this is it. this is everything.

— greg santora