#nostalgicjoy

It’s half quarter before midnight and the moon is half-asleep. Its quiet light tenderly splayed out in the darkest spots. Behind the tallest lamp and two inches above the headboard and on my chest and in between my fingers. The careful moonlight feels like a warm hug. A goodbye that oddly sounds like a hello too. I’ve forgotten how a spine can stretch comfortably when the night eases all the tension away. 28 feels a lot like sprawling out and unbending until pressure points are loosened and you’re completely exposed. I don’t hold onto a lot of people anymore. I still listen to the same old songs and watch the same shows, but I stopped waiting on things and people to catch up to me. I say “I love you” once but show it twice and more. I’m learning to just sit with the painful memories instead of recycling them into lessons. Same with people too. My heart is still soft, but I’m a far cry from 16 years old. My hands are still always searching for warm places to touch, but I’m remembering cold places are touch-starved too. I often miss summer when it’s cold and damp. And miss the chilly air when I’m baked under the Michigan heat. I think about how I used to miss parts of myself in the same way. Perpetually unsatisfied and mystified of what could be.

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She is the color of the sky right after a storm. When the ground is still damp from the raindrops that fell for it and the petrichour is still lingering in the atmosphere. Her hue is that of a painter's palette right after a masterpiece was made. She's a riot of vibrant tints, smudged with visual melodies but still beautiful, nonetheless. You can never be eloquent enough to describe her that you will always feel the need to take a snap of her just so you can show her into the world. She is the first bite of pizza after days of craving for it and that priceless moment of the first time your head hits your pillow after a long day of exhaustion. She is the message from your lover after what seems like an eternity of worrying about him and the piece of heaven that you experience when you are in a stadium full of people and your favorite artist is singing your life's anthem. She is the summit of a mountain that you have always wanted to climb and your mother's voice welcoming you home after a long drive. She is your dream. She is your destination. She is the serendipity that you will spend your entire life living for just so you can have a piece of her within you.

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