nowhere is like the space between the couch and the wall.
its the place where memories (like little toys, and maps to friends houses and playing cards) like to hide and make you feel nostalgic and sick to your stomach laughing
(with the best intentions, always)
its like the buddy system and inside jokes that no one remembers but you,
and its like when he tells you to put your arm around her,
then holds your hand when you walk into lonely little restaurants
in lonely little towns
feeling perfectly content
and not alone at all.
i think nowhere just might mean love.
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