You Know, Until I Heard Pope Francis Describe The Gaze Of Jesus That Makes Peter Break Down Crying In

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“I keep thinking about that night. I held you close like a secret, afraid you’d slip right out from between my fingers if I loosened my grip. You looked at me like some people look at the moon, or so I was told. In hindsight, I never felt like you knew me. You never knew me at all. And I think that’s what I’ve come to regret the most - I almost gave you everything and you gave me nothing at all.”

— wasted nights / n.j.

paris on film, 2022

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