There's this moon that keeps on shining. From the night we were sitting on the ledge by the river, it has been present. The night we walked about your city and the night after, when I took the bus ride home. Even tonight, venturing outside, I'm greeted by this moon, so beautiful.
There are those butterflies that are flying about my stomach. When a thought of you comes, when I see a picture of you or a picture of us, together. When I hear your voice on my answerphone. When I'm lying right next to you, the butterflies are there.
There's this feeling. Triggered by notes of Edith Piaf or Jane Birkin. The feeling of something different, of a beginning, of something new.
I'm happy.
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Keeping track of where I was, where I'm at and where I want to be. Kinda
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