Writings

All the Firsts

And there was something about you that now I can’t remember
It’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender
And I’ll miss you on a train, I’ll miss you in the mornin’
I never know what to think about
I think about you (Don’t let go)
About you (Don’t let go)

(About You by The 1975)

I was thinking about all the firsts. I am older and have experienced a lot of things. But never a train ride.

That could be nice.

The thing is, there are a lot of firsts still left and plenty of firsts with each other.

Thinking of the first kiss in the airport. The first time I see his face. The first time I smell him. The first touch that feels like home.

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