the GPS is telling us to turn right to go to the airport but what if we turned it off? what if we kept driving and your hand was always on my leg and we never got the sand out of our hair? I know that I should be mature and kiss you without my hands on your face and walk to the terminal with a straight back but I can’t stop thinking about your ocean glass eyes. I love you and sometimes I’m sloppy about it but I think that’s okay because no one ever wrote about a love that didn’t get a little messy sometimes. let’s not turn right. left feels better. left leaves me with you.
Fortesa Latifi - Left
from We Were Young
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