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I don't know how it could be so cold out, when I feel so warm inside. New Years was wonderful. I try not to make comparisons but its hard when they are just off the charts better. Fuck, I can't even type clearly all I feel due to overflowing emotions.
Me and my partner in crime. Starting with the free train rides into town, shots of jager, and actually seeing Dane Cook when we planned it that first weekend of September when we spent hours traveling home together as strangers. Donuts and pizza, dancing and screaming mainstream lyrics in the car. Flip and ruit with Philipp's best friends. I almost cry when the ball drops: I feel so happy, safe, and fixed. Chemistry is off the charts. 3AM Philipp drives home. I got far too drunk again and ramble on and on till I pass out mid sentence, then I wake up in his arms. Lost my clothes somewhere in the mix.
Children knocking on the door, and everyone is speaking German around me. Philipp and I make breakfast- eggs, toast, and ketchup. We play Wii, but Philipp wins every game. Then we play Chutes and Ladders while we watch CNN. I have never beaten him in a single game in my life, even spit or war in Maine when he stayed with my family for two days and won their hearts too. Exhausted from laughter, I guide him back to bed.
We get hungry and park on Moody Street, I can't believe I'm back in the town I grew up in. Light flutters of snow for us, like always so our hair looks handsome. Red and orange lighting beaming from the ethnic restaurants as it becomes dim. My arm fit perfectly in his side with his around my shoulder. We walk the whole strip, even in the cold to find the perfect restaurant. Prolong the meal, to have more time because I'm expected back in Hopkinton.
This just so happens to be another 24 hours spent with him, just on a special holiday. This holiday which has already proved to give me a better year.
Goals: Keep my heart open. Keep myself happy. Stay on top of my work (terrified of Calc and Chemistry). Save money. Continue being 18, cause this is honestly the best time of my life.
Me and my partner in crime. Starting with the free train rides into town, shots of jager, and actually seeing Dane Cook when we planned it that first weekend of September when we spent hours traveling home together as strangers. Donuts and pizza, dancing and screaming mainstream lyrics in the car. Flip and ruit with Philipp's best friends. I almost cry when the ball drops: I feel so happy, safe, and fixed. Chemistry is off the charts. 3AM Philipp drives home. I got far too drunk again and ramble on and on till I pass out mid sentence, then I wake up in his arms. Lost my clothes somewhere in the mix.
Children knocking on the door, and everyone is speaking German around me. Philipp and I make breakfast- eggs, toast, and ketchup. We play Wii, but Philipp wins every game. Then we play Chutes and Ladders while we watch CNN. I have never beaten him in a single game in my life, even spit or war in Maine when he stayed with my family for two days and won their hearts too. Exhausted from laughter, I guide him back to bed.
We get hungry and park on Moody Street, I can't believe I'm back in the town I grew up in. Light flutters of snow for us, like always so our hair looks handsome. Red and orange lighting beaming from the ethnic restaurants as it becomes dim. My arm fit perfectly in his side with his around my shoulder. We walk the whole strip, even in the cold to find the perfect restaurant. Prolong the meal, to have more time because I'm expected back in Hopkinton.
This just so happens to be another 24 hours spent with him, just on a special holiday. This holiday which has already proved to give me a better year.
Goals: Keep my heart open. Keep myself happy. Stay on top of my work (terrified of Calc and Chemistry). Save money. Continue being 18, cause this is honestly the best time of my life.