things have been so busy lately, i havent had time to keep up with this.
the irony is that i knew the second i saw this one what i was going to do.
this prompt took me back eleven years ago.
to high school.
to standing on a bridge at one in the morning.
there with someone that i wish to this day that i could let go.
and we wrote our secrets, our hopes, our dreams on pieces of paper and folded them into paper planes.
then we threw them into the night, into the wind, and watched as they disappeared.
i dont know what she wrote on hers, i dont know if i were to find her and ask her if she remembers it at all.
but i will never forget watching her throw them.
that and what i wrote on mine.
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