cold breezes and laughter with my mother.
empty stomachs, hunger.
soft cold sheets against my skin and the heavy weight of a comforter on my body.
i want to remember the taste of melting vanilla ice cream and new shoes rubbing blisters on my heels.
i want another chance for a better first kiss.
i want a second kiss. a third.
i want them to be numberless. infinite.
i want so much that i can't have.
moments, i want to relive so many moments and make them worth living.