I remember having just finished my exams for the first half of senior year, having gotten my college acceptance letter, and, on the first day of winter vacation, seeing Fellowship with all of my high-school friends.
I remember I was wearing knee-high boots, my stockings were ripped, and I was laughing, and everyone else was too.
The film was great, but it was the entire experience, of being there, with people that you knew you were going to part ways with in a few short months, that really made me understand something at the core of the story, something, which at that point was still inexplicable, but already overwhelmingly bittersweet.
There, I'm done now. I think I'm going to go hold my blankie, suck my thumb, and sob.
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~The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories. This is one of mine~
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