blurring lines

It was here that we became them,

those people that we are.

In this city,

of dreams and promises.

It became us and we became it.

The lights,

the ones that guided us home,

and away from it,

we flew past them

in a daze of laughter;

of friendship and

everlasting songs.

Here, we found love.

New love, and old love;

love all the same.

The city cried with us,

it held us up

and brought us down.

We fought against it

and clung to it desperately.

And it was here,

that we became who we are,

who we might not always be,

who we will always remember.

on my favourite kind of day, no one has to say anything spectacular. we don’t have to do things we’ll remember for the rest of our lives. we don’t desperately find ways to capture the moments in photographs.

on my favourite kind of day, the sun shines in all the right places. and what i will remember for the rest of my life, is the way we laughed. we forget anyone else exists. no matter what we eat, it’s the best food we’ve ever eaten. nobody is a horrible dancer and everyone is a horrible dancer. and the world stops for us.

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