And this'll be the first time in a week, that I'll talk to you and I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep,
Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek.
And I got the point that I should leave you alone,
But we both know that I'm not that strong, and
I miss the lips that made me fly.
I miss July. July was a very, very good month. The first (or second?) day of it, I woke up with this sense of knowing what needed to be done, and knowing how to do it. That day, I walked almost seven miles. To this day, I wouldn't take back a single step of it. Third day, I went to sleep with a smile on my face, and some sort of stupid anxiety that had been so familiar to me from exactly a year before. Fourth day, I woke up knowing everything would be alright. Fourteenth, fifteenth day... brief, but satisfying visits to the place I walked almost seven miles to (but this time, I didn't have to walk). Sixteenth day, I was almost rudely awakened by the need to get ready for a day in heat, and music, with the loves of my life. At the end of that day, I had an even better idea of what perfection was. And I could hold it, in my hand. Almost. Twenty-eighth day, was by far the best. It was the day I have to say I learned how bad it hurts to be so close to something, but so far away at the same time. But at the end of the day, none of that mattered. As soon as we were alone, things always changed. There was that perfection again, that couldn't be explained with words, only actions. But actions that had to be held back, depending on who was around. Though, it was also the day I realized, the world around doesn't have to matter. When you're in love. Everything got better under that starry sky, and next to the gorgeous lake that held the reflection of those stars. I no longer had to wait for the rest of the world to drift away, so that perfection could be displayed again. The whole entire world was right in front of me, and so was every bit of perfection the world had to offer.
And every single day of July, and every month after that, I learned more about what perfection was, and I fell more and more in love every single second.
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep,
Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek.
And I got the point that I should leave you alone,
But we both know that I'm not that strong, and
I miss the lips that made me fly.
I miss July. July was a very, very good month. The first (or second?) day of it, I woke up with this sense of knowing what needed to be done, and knowing how to do it. That day, I walked almost seven miles. To this day, I wouldn't take back a single step of it. Third day, I went to sleep with a smile on my face, and some sort of stupid anxiety that had been so familiar to me from exactly a year before. Fourth day, I woke up knowing everything would be alright. Fourteenth, fifteenth day... brief, but satisfying visits to the place I walked almost seven miles to (but this time, I didn't have to walk). Sixteenth day, I was almost rudely awakened by the need to get ready for a day in heat, and music, with the loves of my life. At the end of that day, I had an even better idea of what perfection was. And I could hold it, in my hand. Almost. Twenty-eighth day, was by far the best. It was the day I have to say I learned how bad it hurts to be so close to something, but so far away at the same time. But at the end of the day, none of that mattered. As soon as we were alone, things always changed. There was that perfection again, that couldn't be explained with words, only actions. But actions that had to be held back, depending on who was around. Though, it was also the day I realized, the world around doesn't have to matter. When you're in love. Everything got better under that starry sky, and next to the gorgeous lake that held the reflection of those stars. I no longer had to wait for the rest of the world to drift away, so that perfection could be displayed again. The whole entire world was right in front of me, and so was every bit of perfection the world had to offer.
And every single day of July, and every month after that, I learned more about what perfection was, and I fell more and more in love every single second.
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