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And so this, all last summer, up on rooftops, cold but sometimes warm beer, the sunshine, just us, our friends. We spent every last second we could up there, taking in the city, taking in ourselves. Not a care in the world. There were no paychecks, no rent due, no arguments, we could barely hear the horns honking in the hot New York streets below. I never waited for your calls, I never asked where you’d been, because all mattered was what we did, not who we were.
Somehow, in my life I always find my way back to rooftops, to see where I am, to see where I want to go, even if there’s no implied direction, I have to be able to see. The way I wanted to see you, the way I saw you that summer.
Perfect.
[imgcred ryan bailey photo]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l02cua2pgS1qa3z8uo1_1280.jpg)
And so this, all last summer, up on rooftops, cold but sometimes warm beer, the sunshine, just us, our friends. We spent every last second we could up there, taking in the city, taking in ourselves. Not a care in the world. There were no paychecks, no rent due, no arguments, we could barely hear the horns honking in the hot New York streets below. I never waited for your calls, I never asked where you’d been, because all mattered was what we did, not who we were.
Somehow, in my life I always find my way back to rooftops, to see where I am, to see where I want to go, even if there’s no implied direction, I have to be able to see. The way I wanted to see you, the way I saw you that summer.
Perfect.
[imgcred ryan bailey photo]
