There’s a picture of us kissing and it’s the only good one on the strip and today I was suddenly smiling about how it didn’t matter that we only went into the bar for the photobooth and how the exposures were piled on the floor by the time we climbed out from behind the curtain and you kept asking if we should order shirley temples or something and neither of us remember the bartenders face and I had to ask for more change because we just kept laughing and we were wearing matching outfits and there was your thigh to rest my hand on in the car and I guess if that is all we ever have, if that is it, then so be it. I’ll let the photos pile up, I’ll keep trying to snag those moments back so I can smile about them for a second. I won’t be sorry. I’ll let the tapeloop spin. 

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