The final nail in the coffin was that strange look you gave me when you said goodbye. It wasn’t a “Goodbye, can’t wait to see you again.” It was a look that said “Goodbye, forever.”

I hate those looks. But worse, I hate giving those looks. I’ve only had to give one of those nail in the coffin looks, and it’s been haunting me ever since.

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who is this about? ♥

By  The Owl Diary
On December 4, 2010 at 5:38 PM  

My dad, actually. At first, it started out as just a writing exercise, but then it morphed into a memory I have.

By  Gwenith Cooke
On December 5, 2010 at 11:34 AM  

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