Hold On

A few years ago, I felt so alone. I told myself that it wouldn't change. It was where I belonged. Then I met a few people Who wanted to know my name. my story. Told me I was worth their time. That I was someone kind of, “Extraordinary”. So, yes, all the memories. Every single one will mean More later on. all the. Drunk nights with everyone. Singing at the top of our lungs. Throwing up our arms and Laughing all night long The cold air on winter nights. All the stupid times we used to fight. Every time we kissed and said goodbye. They all mean so much to us. So, I’ll hold on. Don't give up. We've got nothing but time. Nothing but time.