Gazing at memories, the days of DND, hand outstretched, reac..
🕑 Added 2025-01-27 07:00:19 +0000 UTC
Gazing at memories, the days of DND, hand outstretched, reaching… yearning to return. Yet, in the same breath, my hand recoils, knowing the paths we’ve walked have shaped us, altered us in infinite, irreversible ways. Still, I stand there, looking in—like a stranger at the window, watching those nights unfold behind the glass. The peace, the comfort, the innocence of youth, all woven together with the warmth and good company.
