It's always exciting exchanging stories. No two are the same. Sure we have the same situations, all of us being so different we never do the same things twice.
In the movies, you are suppose to have your first kiss in the pouring rain, or on a beach, or underneath a star filled sky. You're suppose to live happily ever after. Have cute little kids, a wedding you see in magazines, and in-laws that adore you.
But I love hearing the stories that actaully happen. She ended her shift and didn't realize that her night had just begun and would be fulled with drugs, beer, and baths. Waking up and recounting the events is always the most fun. And this story had water.
He was so good about staying within the lines. He knew how to keep everyone happy and on the right track. But there are just sometimes that he wants to reverse time and be that boy who was the one that had to be controlled. He wanted to re meet her and remember what it was like to be madly in love. Now he was just the good guy with an empty feeling in his chest.
In her mind it's always so romantic. Someone would say something witty, they'd lock eyes and they'd kiss. She always laughed.
I've been in New York for a year, the desire is still tact, the dream is still alive and kicking, and I'm wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
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