I remember the days when the rain would fall and we would dance on the sidewalks all the way home.

The ground glittered like diamonds under our feet and made us feel like royalty even when we pushed the revolving door into the dump of the hotel.

We’d stagger up stairs because the elevator has been broken for years and then collapse onto empty, itchy duvet covers.

How gross, how ridiculous, how sure I am those were the best days of my life, and none better will ever come.

How often I close my eyes and come back to you.

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