there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. i know all these will become stories one day, and our pictures will become old photographs. we'll all become somebody's mom or dad. but right now, these moments are not stories. this is happening. i'm here, and i'm looking at her. and she is so beautiful.
i can see it. this one moment when you know you are not a sad story, you are alive. and you stand up, and see the lights on the buildings, and everything that makes you wonder, and you're listening to that song in that drive with the people you love most in this world.
and in this moment, i swear, we are infinite.
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