love at 75
2007-03-23 2:07 a.m.

And sometimes it's too much for me, i can't breath. It's the sadness, that sadness, all purple and blue with cliche cinematic background sounds.

I used to really honestly believe that its a two-sided coin, that it's worthwhile carrying this shithold of whatever it is ( i never could really pin-point what it is, it's just some kind of distant feeling, knowledge, far far away from reason, but what i do know is that it's the most important thing i've got, the one and only thing that explains everything i feel and do)

I still believe it. Though it requires a lot of effort. A LOT.
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75 year old man, meeting a 75 year old woman - he's been gay and lonely all his life, she's lost her husband 15 years ago. He hugs her, she kisses him, and they sit and stare at the kids in the play ground in front of them
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