The smell of a chill can of Dr Pepper.
Brings me back to the wild days of yore.
I was free, life was good, everything was plentiful, we were kings.
We had everything and never once realized how everything will go to hell in a couple of years and we’d never EVER have friendship, comradery and closeness like this again.
Now even the memories feel like fantasies sometimes.
On top of everything I had love back then.
Full of broken promises, lies, terrible terrible compromises and regrets, but it was love. At least my idea of what I thought love was.
Or at least something that made the nights worth it. never really had a lonely night.
تُو بارشوں میں بھیگتا تھا میرے ساتھ
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