I'm starting to accept that I have to grow up at one point or another... I just don't want to lose the euphoria and runny nosed, dizzy headed nostalgia that make me so glad to be alive. I want to always be able to fly down a hill on my bike and feel the wind on my face and the bliss building up in my lungs and heart. I want my fingers to tingle with anticipation and tears to cling to my eyelashes as I turn to the last page of a beautiful book.
I love forgetting how breathtaking life can be only to feel it washing over me again.
I love forgetting how breathtaking life can be only to feel it washing over me again.
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