The way the bubbles peak upon the water in the bathtub.
The way you smile when you're sad.
My pink blanket.
Golfing at sunset.
Curling up when it's raining outside.
Laughing with friends you feel you've known all your life.
Calling someone your best friend even when you only see them once a year.
Relating to someone you'll probably never hang out with.
Sharing secrets with an aunt.
The way my pink walls look from the street.
Doing something you're not supposed to.
Lying to your parents even though what you're doing isn't really wrong.
A phone call with my Grandma.
The way you pay so much attention to what you write.
The way I can feel my life changing, moving on.
That feeling I'll never forget, that feeling of resentment towards my father I used to have and that I'll always feel a bit of.
The dream that wakes you up and makes you wonder why you had it.
The friend that's lost in a world of drugs and sex that you cannot get her out of.
The way the candles burn until they burn out.
A TV show that brings you into its world.
Saying something I shoudln't to someone I shouldn't.
A much needed vacation when you're at your breaking point.
The Eiffel Tower in the next room, knowing I'll return there someday.
The thought of packing everything up and flying somewhere exotic.
Knowing that at the end of the day, I'll always have you to come home to.
The way we like all the same things and hate all the same things.
The sound of the wind against the window.
Being so cold is hurts but knowing there's a warm blanket for me at home.
Managing to always lose one glove.
The way life works out when you least expect to.
The moments when you think everything is lost and two seconds later, everything is found.
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i love those moments....
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