On that very special evening.
All those many years ago.
This is the story of the universe, the tight roads, the ups and downs and everything in between.
Her laugh bubbled up like champagne, light and fizzy. She playfully tugged him closer, her shoulder brushing against his in a rhythm that felt natural to them both, like they\'ve done this a thousand times before.
As though they\'ve walked this route every night for the past six months.
He leaned in, whispering something only for her, something just naughty enough to make her blush, something you wouldn\'t want your friend to overhear.
Though the night air cooled it quickly.
The street lights buzzing that stupid coat that he wore every evening and every night that he was with her.
His thumb traced little circles over the back of her hand, a quiet hint of what was to come.
They walked slow, savoring every step.
Both moving in sync, effortlessly dodging the ridiculously sad puddles left by yesterday\'s rain, though a few splashes dampened their shoes, but it didn’t matter as they both knew that nothing could break their stride, not when that all that anticipation and enthusiasm hung between them.
Now the buzzing of the street lights stops.
A clear cut indication, they thought, that they must be getting close.
\"It doesn\'t matter\" he said, the bags under his eyes showing her the sleepless nights and bitter days.
\"The glow between us is enough, the glow between us is enough, at least I\'m sure of it\"
They circled her flat\'s car park, no one in sight.
The lightbulbs flicker weak, like they\'re losing there fight.
The dampness that encapsulated the stairwell that smells like bleach and despair was too much for them both.
You could see it in their pits.
But you didn\'t mind, because you were floating on that night air.
Some vandals scrawled graffiti in faded ink, lover\'s names crossed out, like they didn’t think they\'d last long here, as if they knew that the love they felt would soon fade too.
\"But not us, no, not tonight, because in your arms, everything will end up right.\"
They smiled and laughed as they walked these streets, the broken glass crunching under their feet.
Now the buzzing of the street lights stops.
A clear cut indication, they thought, that they must be getting close.
\"It doesn\'t matter\" he said, the bags under his eyes showing her the sleepless nights and bitter days. \"The glow between us is enough, the glow between us is enough, at least I\'m sure of it.
But not us, no, not tonight, In your arms, everything’s right.
Still, for now, we just hold on tight, under the broken streetlamp’s light.
We’re everything these flats used to be, young, in love, and wild, running free. But your hand’s in mine, and we don’t care, about the cracks in the walls or the thick, night air.\"
For now, this place is just a stage.
And you\'re the only ones to page.
So let her block decay, the paint peel away because deep within, he knows and she knows, it\'ll never click, it\'ll never stay.
This was the story of their universe, their tight roads, their ups and downs, and everything in between.