lets stay friends for these reasons alone
The smell of polluted rain at 3 in the morning reminds me of times when I shoulda been studying, but I was out on hiatus...when walking to 7-eleven was one of the biggest outings that ever ensued... of sitting on the res deck smoking and making small talk... when eating chinese food and watching brown sunrises while listening to pop-punk was considered cool... when all i wanted to do was hang out until saved by the bell was over, just so i could spend that extra half hour. God... that smell, it'll be gone soon, another memory stored away in the senses until one day i come back to this town and it rains... and those memories come fleeting back, but only as a distant past.