12.28.19 // I Think About You.

I think about you.
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Do you think about me too?
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I think about lost dreams. Our lost dreams.
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I think about our second star to the right. I think about us finding it together that first chilly evening we met.
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We sat on the back porch, letting the night gently shine on our faces. An ocean full of stars twinkling above us. And while there were million of stars in the sky, we both caught the same star in our eyes, our true north.
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Electricity filled the air, sending shivers down our spines. We realized life, as we knew it, changed.
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We were no longer members of the lost boys, we had transformed. As we scanned the sky for shooting stars to earn extra wishes, you became my Peter Pan, and I became your Wendy.
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We floated off to Neverland in dreams held so high. Words of trust exchanged, secrets shared, expectations built. But what we didn’t realize was that we both would eventually need to grow up.
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Slowly we began to fall from that second star to the right. Gravity tearing at the seams of everything we held beautiful.
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Our dreams once held so high, merely a mist that disappeared with the morning sun.