Shutter Clicks
The stone wall was to our backs and the valley was layed out below us and we thought that we were dreamers.
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I walked back through Sydney with you, barefoot, stilettos in hand. The pavement was rough and the grass was soft.
*click*
You said that you were glad that I went and took a nap. You woke me up by grabbing the foot that was sticking out from the covers. We talked for three hours.
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I woke up in the same jeans and makeup from the night before, I turned around and you kissed me.
*click*
We walked around town in the rain, umbrellas absolutely useless, we didn't care.
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You took the hunting knife away and told me not to play such dangerous games.
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I painted the bathroom purple, even the ceiling, and you didn't get mad at me.
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We criss-crossed the Windy City in that old car, your dog in the back seat.
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You wanted to take a walk in a quiet place. I took one look at the lake and it was shoes off, jeans rolled up, knee-high in the water. You laughed at me.
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I said let's go to Paris. You bought the plane tickets the next day.
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We walked through The Rocks and ducked our heads into that pub. They sang us a song.
*click*
We danced on tables in London at 2am.
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I smoked half of your cigarettes, shivering in the doorway of my favourite pub. You wanted to kiss me but you didn't.
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We flopped down on the grass in the park. I rested my head against your chest and asked you questions I should have asked before.
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I met you at the train station in London, you smiled bigger than I've ever seen anyone smile when you saw me. We ran through Waterloo together, Christmas shopping in hand.
*click*
We woke up to do meds at 4am.
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I sat on the stone wall as you paced back and forth in front of me. Neither of us knew what to do.
*click*
We chased eachother across the world. More than once.
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I sat beside you on the couch last summer, tipsy on whiskey and red wine. I almost took your hand.
*click*
I ran down the ramp and looked for you. You walked up behind me, smiling with your arms outstetched.
*click*
You got up early and gave me a ride to the train station.
*click*
You waited with me as I waited to say goodbye to you.
*click*
You sit across the room from me and we talk by not talking.
*click*
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I walked back through Sydney with you, barefoot, stilettos in hand. The pavement was rough and the grass was soft.
*click*
You said that you were glad that I went and took a nap. You woke me up by grabbing the foot that was sticking out from the covers. We talked for three hours.
*click*
I woke up in the same jeans and makeup from the night before, I turned around and you kissed me.
*click*
We walked around town in the rain, umbrellas absolutely useless, we didn't care.
*click*
You took the hunting knife away and told me not to play such dangerous games.
*click*
I painted the bathroom purple, even the ceiling, and you didn't get mad at me.
*click*
We criss-crossed the Windy City in that old car, your dog in the back seat.
*click*
You wanted to take a walk in a quiet place. I took one look at the lake and it was shoes off, jeans rolled up, knee-high in the water. You laughed at me.
*click*
I said let's go to Paris. You bought the plane tickets the next day.
*click*
We walked through The Rocks and ducked our heads into that pub. They sang us a song.
*click*
We danced on tables in London at 2am.
*click*
I smoked half of your cigarettes, shivering in the doorway of my favourite pub. You wanted to kiss me but you didn't.
*click*
We flopped down on the grass in the park. I rested my head against your chest and asked you questions I should have asked before.
*click*
I met you at the train station in London, you smiled bigger than I've ever seen anyone smile when you saw me. We ran through Waterloo together, Christmas shopping in hand.
*click*
We woke up to do meds at 4am.
*click*
I sat on the stone wall as you paced back and forth in front of me. Neither of us knew what to do.
*click*
We chased eachother across the world. More than once.
*click*
I sat beside you on the couch last summer, tipsy on whiskey and red wine. I almost took your hand.
*click*
I ran down the ramp and looked for you. You walked up behind me, smiling with your arms outstetched.
*click*
You got up early and gave me a ride to the train station.
*click*
You waited with me as I waited to say goodbye to you.
*click*
You sit across the room from me and we talk by not talking.
*click*
