Days pass in a blur, you forget where you begin and end and think perhaps you exist only in the eyes of those who’ve loved you for decades. There is no greater gift than to be seen and loved in spite of it.
The summer comes to an end, but it trudges on with its last powers, you do not resent it, somehow. Perhaps you have something to prove, but for a short minute, it is irrelevant. They already know.
Eventually you will have to return to New York, you think.
You can not live your life only
in the eyes of others.
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