“And you always had my back,” I replied.
He squeezed my hand.
This time, no one was burying us.
This time, we were the ones rewriting the ending.
And the past?
It didn’t get to control us anymore.
We went hiking with friends. Suddenly, we discovered this on a tree. We looked at it from different angles, but we still couldn’t figure out what it is. Does anyone know what it is?
