and I see a couple.. Pure grunge and simplicity wrapped underneath torn hoodies and disheveled band t-shirts. They both nod at me, almost approvingly, as they stroll past hand in hand.

They are a memory.. someone I once was and am often lost in reverie of being once more.

I think of the days when love was filled with small sharpie drawings on our hands, paper airplanes with unanswered questions scribbled within their folds, and looking into shop windows with dreams of a future we can share.

And my day is covered in sticky notes and ink, it’s all the same..

I am left wishing for you to share this moment with me.

 

Caitie

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