these are the days, somedays, where i forget the feeling i had in this same place several months ago. it was raining and cold, then. we took the bus across the bridge and then walked back, our feet cold and our hair wet, after having shots of whisky at a bar at the bottom of the hill. at that time, i felt that happiness was trying not to be sad. at this time, i don't. though i don't know the recipe of feelings one should follow to make up the present and i don't know, wouldn't even want to know, the future, i do know that when i sit in the window seat in the sun drinking tea or sips of your coffee and we are all sitting here, remembering the beauty and truth in being together and sending out our paper boats across the water, i feel nostalgic for the present. if love could be defined in four words then maybe i agree with you.
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