we were somewhere else

Currently listening to: Paris – Taylor Swift

I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever
I wanna transport you to somewhere the culture’s clever
Confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters
Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight

There were three instances when I had happy tears:

• when I changed jobs and my commute went from 3+ hours round trip to a fraction of that.
• at my cousin’s wedding, I was one of the bridesmaids.  We were extremely close and had each other’s back.  Her family moved into our house, when they first immigrated.  Even though the house wasn’t huge, it felt cozy with the eight of us living under one roof.
• my first orgasm after a break up.  It was a long time cumming.
• when we were in Paris and on our last day, I wanted to sleep in instead of going to the Palace of Versailles.  We ditched his flatmates and for four days, we’ve been staying up late, walking all over the city, eating copious amounts of cheese, and getting intoxicated with whatever wine bottle was placed in front of me.  He quickly tugged the blankets off of me and I instantly became cold.  “C’mon…I need to sleep.  Please.  I’m so so tired.”  But he wouldn’t take “no” as an answer.  He pulled me out of the bed, took my clothes off, and nudged me into the shower.  When we got there, I was awestruck by the beauty of the French Baroque architecture.  It was fucking boujie.  Every room was stunning but The Halls of Mirrors was the showstopper.  As I was walking throughout the palace, I could feel myself tearing up.  It was magnificent and I would have missed it if he wasn’t so persistent and tenacious. I later apologized for my behavior and thanked him for the picturesque memories.