Let it be for her laughter.
When I fall in love again:
I remember even now the jumping and playing and silly sing alongs with her on the golf course.
You thought you had an agenda.
I thought i had a mission.
Truth was i discovered that all that stuff was just noise.
The nihilistic happiness of happy surrender to love with you that day far away from the eyes of sensible adults. It was like a bright diamond surrounded by grey people who didnt care and would never know. Not even the diamond eyes of people above could know, corrupted by train ambition as they mostly are, nor the righteous anger of innocence of those corrupted by cynicism below could know.
The reason that they will likely never know the happiness me and you experienced that day that cured me of corruptive ambition is that most people miss out trying to get somewhere.
The sad and simple fact is that there isn't anywhere to get.
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