and a lot of it
like the first
awkward moment
between you
and the one
you couldn't stop
thinking about
the night after
your first dance
you really did throw
your heels off
and dance like
a mad person
she tells you
how he still
gushes over
that one night
and inside
that eighteen-something-ness
takes over
you don't know
whether you wanna
turn old and grey
or stay right here
longing
and being longed for
summer songs
winter nights
monsoon rains
autumn leaves
and the colours
they bring
how many adventures
are you to bring
the smiles
and the tears
to continue
just don't
run out on me
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