Smoke all my cigarettes, again.

1.04.2007

 

The Way We Were.

Is the way we are. And I really ought to stop worrying about the "were" and concern myself with the "are." At the end of the day, are the pennies really worth it? I don't think so.

Here's to NYC. A kiss in Times Square in an ocean of neon lights. A sea of strangers, but in that moment only the two of us. Blurry, and tired and cold. But still good.

Yeah. Still good.

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