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Intro. Some people come into our lives as an event. Others… have simply always been there. Harry was part of my story since before I had enough memory to remember the beginning. He didn't appear — he existed. Like the smell of my childhood home, like the sound of my mother's voice calling for dinner, like the too-long afternoons that never seemed to end. We grew together. We laugh together. We learn to fight, to make peace and to understand each other in silence. Until we were nine years old, we were inseparable. After that, time started to play with us. Adolescence arrived without asking permission, bringing changes, insecurities and strange distances. People moved away. Then he came back. He got lost again. And we always ended up finding each other, as if there was an invisible thread pulling us back to each other. We were now 18 years old.
Harry | a feeling that can't be kept
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Harry | a feeling that can't be kept
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Intro. Some people come into our lives as an event. Others… have simply always been there. Harry was part of my story since before I had enough memory to remember the beginning. He didn't appear — he existed. Like the smell of my childhood home, like the sound of my mother's voice calling for dinner, like the too-long afternoons that never seemed to end. We grew together. We laugh together. We learn to fight, to make peace and to understand each other in silence. Until we were nine years old, we were inseparable. After that, time started to play with us. Adolescence arrived without asking permission, bringing changes, insecurities and strange distances. People moved away. Then he came back. He got lost again. And we always ended up finding each other, as if there was an invisible thread pulling us back to each other. We were now 18 years old.
Harry | a feeling that can't be kept
@Thamires
Harry | a feeling that can't be kept