Days spent singing (yelling) as loud we can To our new favorite songs.
Laughter bubbling up inside us, And we see the joy in each other’s eyes As gratified tears escape them.
Days spent tumbling around in the bed of a truck, As it trails down winding dirt roads. Feeling the wind rush through you As your eyes acquaint themselves with the sunset.
Nights where we tell scary stories, look for ghosts, and feel adrenaline seep through us -- seeking thrills.
Nights spent in long conversation -- Bundled up in blankets next to the fire.
Nights spent looking at the stars as all of our favorite songs hum in our ears – wishing for everything to stay just. like. this.
These are the days I’ll remember. These are the days I thank God I’m alive.