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Snapshot

I wish I could take a snapshot of every single place I've been and loved. Not a physical picture that I can look back on but a means by which I can recall it - recall the memory and the feelings and the very essence of being there.

Sometimes you look up at the stars and you get a sort of feeling overcoming you; it builds and builds and builds until, sometimes, you cannot breathe. I don't know what that feeling is but I want to recall it and bathe in it.

There are times where you're in good company and having a particular moment that you want to cling onto but simply cannot. I want to taste it and feeling and be knocked out by the sheer breathlessness of it - I want to be able to close my eyes and be there again.

I hate that I cannot.

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  1. I totally feel you on this one. I'm in a long distance relationship and whenever we're reunited, I just want to capture that day together and put it in my pocket for rainy days.
    Or when I'm with my family and I know the moment couldn't get any more perfect and want to preserve it before it inevitably ends.

    *sigh*

    such is life...

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