“don’t lose the daydreams,” i thought to myself.
we met again and just like every time before, walls for miles and miles disappeared and left us standing beneath a gray sky, clouded with indecision about what to wear for the day.
“it doesn’t always feel bittersweet. to be honest it feels mostly sweet,” i said softly while gazing in his eyes.
“don’t lose the daydreams,” i said to him.