Such a strong nostalgia attack like i've not had in a while. It's true that memory blends everything into a lovedove affair. Like Paul's birthday last year, and mine, and all the dinner parties we had where after i stuffed my face unashamedly, we proceeded to laugh hysterically to the point of nearly barfing everything right out again in the name of cutting through the post-dinner coma. even going home on the tube after was just a wonderful end to all the great nights. even in the cold. and the rain. mmm.
It's like all the emotions and memories of that night are encapsulated in the photos in very strong doses of nostalgia. Yikes. Becoming an old reminiscing woman.
Cloudy Boracay
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