Perhaps we were both trying to escape, hoping to find change on the other side. This new city gave us the courage to we start again, to make new friends. Flaunting our way through the streets that soon felt so familiar. We became regulars in a bar with amazing views and stayed up dancing till late, walking home in the glistening moonlight.
We had nothing to lose, no expectations to live up to, no more doubts or fears for the days that laid ahead. If carelessness had a color it’d be the blue skies above us, always present, always welcoming.
The city fitted so peacefully into the palm of our hands, we didn’t have to reach for it, we didn’t have to try. She made us feel comfortable. I’d never felt that easy for us to be happy, therefore I’m keeping my hands closed, not wanting to let her go, not wanting to leave.
– not wanting to leave
The overthinking 