From the magazine cover designed at school to the first ever piece of poetry written for a friend who has faded away, gone effervescent. Maybe from dressing up like a sunflower in kindergarten to baking a cake all by myself, pouring all the love. I come from failed surprises and leftover pieces of pizza in the refrigerator. Out of a dream into reality playing the keys. The trip where I was straight up drunk, plant like oreo shakes and movies with crazy buddies on new year’s day. I come from late night walks under the moonlight or maybe from the ‘see you soon letter’ I wrote to my best friend or the last drive before she’ll visit me again. I guess, I am from the phone call that sent smiles all the way. Who knows, I am from the photo album full of nostalgia I designed three years ago as a birthday present. From falling off the bike ten thousand times or from the day I stepped into adulthood. From nine p.m. lectures to four a.m. study sessions. From the day I bid farewell to my seniors or from the rain that let me cry. From the windows I closed. From days I hated myself and times I couldn’t get enough of “mirror mirror on the wall, who is the prettiest of them all?” I come from all things white and love songs from midnight memories and yet the chapter has just begun.
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