I want to hold you in my arms once more and look out upon the city which was mine and is yours to come.

In my younger years when time was on my side and youthful ignorance on yours.

A time when responsibility was yet to be taken as serious as it is now and sleeping in - missing class - was as easily justified as deciding not to brush your teeth before going to bed on nights that you didn’t have the energy to do so.

To hold you once more in hopes of selfishly capturing the feeling of excitement and endless possibilities a new relationship brings and the carefree comfort that those hormones release in your veins.

I know it will never be the same with you in my arms, I just lust for the nostalgia.