achingly alive


some moments are so beautiful that it hurts. i wish you were here to experience them in all their fullness and not just in verbiage. my windows are down on 522; i’m blasting love songs amidst the summer sunset. it’s stunning, i am achingly alive, but i’m thinking of your hand on my thigh from the passenger side.

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