#making memories

This wrap up has been something else. The messages have been so touching. How strange and marvellous that so many people have made this story a part of their lives and grown up with it and grown through tragedy with it.

I’m a bit sad and lost of course. Weirdly, I couldn’t sleep the night before the final post getting teary over the idea that I had written my last chapter from Theo’s perspective, who is such a part of my heart.

To make sure I give this ending it’s true due, I am printing out as many of the messages and comments as I can and will be sticking them in my little books for memories. I wish I could have a physical copy of the entire story, but my printer does not have that capacity! But if anyone is really into typesetting and looking for a huge project, message me!

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Oreo: "Mama! Mama!" 🥺🐰

Oreo peeks through from the outside (I let him out for his playtime & need of exercise!) and see me there. He is such a clingy boy and i love him! It seemed he would rather be inside and be with me instead.

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Just grab our bags and follow the trail ahead,

Introducing ourselves for the first time,

To a brand new kind of love,

Letting the old tunes play on the radio,

Songs that will mark each memory that we bound to create,

Watch every sun set in every city that we pass through,

Stealing kisses in between every stop,

As we share ice cream as the sun warms our bare skins,

Making love until the sun rises,

Our nakedness laying lazily on nothing but this bare blanket...

©️fallencalliope

“Little moments & special feelings.”

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