I want to make dreams, not plans.

Bare walls now dripping with printed, coloured memories.  One piece of tape per story.  A slight chuckle escapes or a trickled tear falls as she reminisces.  Brothers lost, cousins found, family embraced, friends of late, friends forever, milestones commemorated, small successes, location location location.  All now to only be found in her mind.  Soon to be indefinitely drowned by the overload of scientific information.

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport.  [...]  It seems to me that love is everywhere.  Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.  [...] If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around." [Love Actually (2003)]

One more night and it will all begin again.  A breath taken.  One last glance.  A sea of unique smiles to soon become a comfort for this overly hardened mind and feeble heart.  From long ago, from the recent past.  The beaming grins are all that matter.  The happiness distributed and LOVE shared.

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