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there parts of me that would replay thay moment over and over until the end of the world.but theres parts of me that would contain that moment and use it for a memory inwhich i knew i smiled while experiencing it.i suppose an explaination of this moment is in order.it was one of those moments, staring out a bus window in early evening when the streetlights are on and the sky is greyish purple.with best friend asleep by my side, i thought of select people and moments similar to this.i felt so alive and the only noise i could hear were the thoughts in my head.everything was painfully clear and i was awake.as perfect as a dream but not alike in anyway.it was this moment when i knew i was in love.with whom or what i dont know.but love was the dominent emotion of this setting.