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It's messy, it's all messy. The morning mist, the terrace, the sky, and my mind. It's messy, it's messy with you all over it.
I've tried bleaching the [memories] mess away, but it stays, like red wine on a white shirt. And it plays like a 60s film in my head, except we weren't that interesting nor that glamorous. But we were us.
We were (I'd like to think) happy. Yeah we had our days and our nights but we were happy.
Like admiring stars from afar happy, writing down melodies you had in your head happy, trying to make Taehyung's life more miserable happy. We were happy.
(a/n) updates every other day because ily and have a lot of drafts uwu
