Some things you don't know you miss until, out of nowhere, you have them back, or have them back but all wrong. The way, after a dream, where you've kissed someone who, in real life, you'll never kiss again, maybe you've never kissed at all, you wake up and realize, in the throbbing pit of your stomach, how impossible it is to live without kissing them again.
Now is the time of our comfort and plenty. These are the days we've been working for. Nothing can touch us, and nothing can hurt us, and nothing goes wrong anymore. Singing a song with your feet on the dashboard, the cigarette streaming into the night. These are the things that I want to remember, I want to remember you by.