I think back to our first moments together. Sneaking eyes under flower crowns and balloons. Looking across crowds of people for you subconsciously, noticing you noticing me noticing you. To look back on that time tinges everything with a vintage haze, like viewing the history before something monumental. Each person holding their breath and each step bringing us closer to everything. I want to go back to the first time I asked myself "what if it's us?"; the first time I truly saw you for everything that you could grow to mean to me.
"I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day"
"I guess that's any relationship, you start with nothing and maybe end with everything"