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Stay here with me

Stay here with me.
Hold my hand while we walk down to different streets.
Leave all the bad things aside and make our own world while everyone sleeps.

Just for the night, let's be here, like forever.
Let's see how this world grow together.
Witness how the olds grow older
but still drunk with the sound of their own laughter.

Let's look upon children
and how their dreams make the future of them.
Teenagers getting lost in the process,
meeting and bouncing with all the indifferences.
Let us pretend.
Let's try to be those kinds of couples in late midnight romcom shows.
Or those who are always sweet no matter if they turn low
Not minding, not caring
as long as their love story would last long.

Let's do things.
Watch movies or series and stories and poetry.
Let's both cry when Jon Snow died in Game of Thrones 5th season
Or laugh whenever we see Big Bang Theory's Sheldon.
Make scared faces as we scream through our lungs
Realizing that we both fear horror ones and yet love romance.

Let's feel things deeply
and write them down into pieces of arts showing how much we love each other.
Our poems, articulating what we feel
Our stories, telling what we can be.
Never stating the real deal.
Instead, let's fill our pieces with ideas that are not and never will be bound by anyone's limits.

Let's be kind to each other for the night.
Far from our usual and constant fights.
Forget that just a second ago, you told me we should stop.
Foget all of that.
Let's take away the pain from each other's heart.
Cry all that we must.
Say and do all the things that we never said and done
And all the hurt will be gone.

Let's forgive our past mistakes.
No more leaving. No more hurting.
No more everything. No more nothing.
Tell me how much I mean to you.
And I'll tell you how much I love you.
Let's live with each other
Forever.
No matter if we're faced with more hardships and trials.
At least we'll face them both together.

Let's live this bad life and make it ours to call.
Not letting our feelings turn to cold.
Drinking coffee while telling each other different stories.
Not worrying that in some years, maybe, we'll have our own and different families.
Just stay here with me.