Jul 8, 2019
Anniversary by Reddit User searchandrescuewoods
Β Β We know their names and their birthdays. We know who was missing teeth, who was afraid of the dark, who had bruises. We know who had a harelip scar, who had a brother that died while being born. We know what they wanted to be when they grew up. We can fill books with what we know but what we donβt know are the only things that matter to us. Weβve retraced our steps and gone over every piece that we have but in the end it doesnβt add up to anything, so all we can do is pore over it and try again and again to make it all go somewhere, lead to something, because nothing else is important anymore. All that matters is what we donβt have.
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