remembering Sometimes it's hard edges and loud voices, the sound of fighting and slamming doors. Other times it's whispered laughter, loud music.
This makes me want to cry, but I am stopping myself because it is like 2:30 am in the morning and I getting ready to sleep and if I cry, my eyes would be puffy when I wake up :-) ... whispered laughter is so touching.
Justin's heart like an erratic drumbeat under my ear.
This is simply lovely.
Wonderful, wonderful drabble. So much said in so short form. The icon is lovely, almost haunting. I can just imagine the so many thoughts it inspires.