A first, with all it's memories
My first apartment has only one door - and I only found that stranger since we lived there
This apartment is not special for these reasons,
This apartment is dear to me because I created and shared so many memories in this place.
In this sense, is it strange that a new set of walls should allow for the further lowering of mine? Surely sharing your everyday life with someone makes this inevitable, but who else would I share this with but you?
The experiences we had here were so varied that it is no wonder that, despite all that we had here, it is dear to me? Though we must leave this apartment, that all too soon became too small, it was a space that allowed me for the first time in my life to live. And I lived my time there with you - and I wouldn't share that with anyone else.
The time we have may be less, as this year would certainly qualify as the most interesting of times. But despite that, we still keep going - we still keep living. And I am happy for that, every day. I don't think I have truly lived without regret before. And to have that shared is truly what makes life beautiful; if I have learned anything in this life, it is that those experiences are worth more than money could buy.
I am lucky, fortunate, blessed - choose whatever word and it won't hold the meaning I need. Perhaps only music ever would. Still, I am happy for what my life is, and that I could share this with you. Because I still treasure what we have, and I will always hold these memories dear.
My first apartment I shared with the person I love - and in these turbulent times, I would still not replace the reality I have
