Bring back the days of rooftop dwelling and starry eyed drinks.
The 4 a.m. late nighters filled with drug induced conversations.
You and I cuddled up on the ledge with only a thin blanket and our dreams to keep us warm.
We spoke of life, the universe, and everything; and I remember wondering if our passion would last.
We talked and fucked and laughed our childhood away and now, barely adults, we are already so jaded.
Unsure of who we are and where we are going.
And on these lonely nights when I long for the intimacy of your arms and the sunlight of your voice, I reach back for those moments of our youth.
Flip through them as if to memorize the details I forgot.
Trying to hold on to something all ready so faded so that I can always remember the time before this little girl grew up to find that fairy tales are myth.
A time before she realized without a doubt that her prince would never show and settled into the arms of someone who would never deserve her.
On these lonely nights when reality becomes too much,
I think of rooftop dwelling and starry eyed drinks, but above all, I think of you, remembering when we were just two little kids filled with hope, and I find myself again.