Friends

I miss Millennium Park, walking around with great friends and a small clip speaker playing Frank Ocean soft enough that no one would suspect we were out of our minds. Sitting on the lakefront and staring at the city lights was always a sort of therapy for us, and just talking and laughing over embarrassing stories of the past. Not caring for goddamn once about the world around us. Everything in the city seemed to move too fast, just as fast as our shared minutes and hours and years did too.