In another, kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower.
All these perfect moments, and behind each one, he’d been writing messages, making videos, turning our life into a joke.
The phone buzzed again. And again. And again.
But I just sat there in the dark, watching the moon crawl across our living room floor, painting shadows that felt more honest than any of the smiles in our photos.
Source: amomama
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