So my ideal college life has to do with dating an art major from a school of arts. Holding hands, we'd walk downtown at night, going to smoky pubs and night poetry reading shows. Then we'd be watching drunk twenty something girls laughing at each other, clearly wasted with their eyeliners smudged off, while calling a cab. We'd watch the night lights around main street. Then I'd kiss him, my hands holding the strap of this vintage camera wrapped around his neck. My fingers would slowly tread higher, feeling his warm black beanie on his head. Feeling cold, they'd go under the beanie, playing with his hair and gathering the warmth. We'd walk back to the small studio apartment we're renting. He;d step on the hundreds of black and white photos of us scattered on the floor, but he wouldn't care, because we both embrace each other to the warm soft bed right beside the window. There'd still be noise outside, hinting that the city's still wide awake, yet we'd ignore them because we're so absorbed by the sound of our skin touching, his lips brushing my ear, and just cuddling throughout the night. I'd be so tired I wouldn't wait to hear the sound of his light snoring tickling my ear. I'd fall in slumber with his fingers stroking my cheek. I wake up the next day seeing the sun shining so bright to my right, and to my left is him sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the wall, with a camera covering his face, taking pictures of my silhouette waking up. We'd live like that every day, not caring about the future, only focusing on now, because now is forever and forever is now.
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