I miss it,

The excitement,

The late-night walks,

The deeply weird conversations

at 3 a.m.

I miss them,

The people,

My friends,

I miss their laughs,

Their teasing voices,

Their stupid jokes,

Their hugs.

It was a summer,

Two weeks of

going out every

night,

Of kissing guys and

dancing beneath the stars,

Of getting on

trains and watching the sunrise,

Of pure happiness,

A mixture of all things

beautiful.

Running around the city,

Tears in our eyes,

None of sadness,

But of simple laughter,

Laughter, Laughter, Laughter,

Repeated several times,

And yet,

Not enough,

Because I hadn't been so

happy in a while.

Hadn't appreciated life

as much,

Hadn't felt myself learn

as much,

Hadn't been myself

as much,

They made me, me,

Made me whole in all

ways marvelous.

So here's to my people,

Who live scattered around the

globe,

Here's to Berlin,

For being the holder

of memories,

First kisses,

Of first heartbreaks,

Of it all,

Here's to us,

Because despite bad

relationships and shitty

lives,

We've got us,

We've got Berlin