We never did get a chance to celebrate anything. Not the birthdays. Not my good grades. Not your first job.
But today a year's gone by and we can remember the few surreal moments in which we felt more alive than ever. We can mark this date. We can look back to a time, a place only we really know.
The anniversary of a secret.
So here's to the Mospel and our love that never died.
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