The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot. As if it’s a reminder of a good day, a good time, a good friendship. It may rain, it may not be there at times. But the sun will shine, and there, like a good friend waiting for you long gone. Still nothing has changed.

The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot. Where we put our sunnies, and almost like an instagram photo, no matter how grainy from the strained eyes, contacts on for more than a day, tired from almost not sleeping in the moving car, while everyone was asleep, and we’re singing along almost every song on the radio instead, you and me. Like a photo on filter, it’s always a good one.

The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot. A hundred miles away from the city, a whim to take us there, a couple of friends more, and we’re a party. Like nothing matters but now. All our cares are thrown in the trunk, windows down, feel the wind in your face. Make funny jokes, play a roadtrip game, speed up in the freeway, nothing can stop us.

The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot. It may take weeks, or even years before we go back. But like everything else, distance makes the heart grow fonder. For now, the clouds that we love that will always be in that same spot has to wait…

And make other people happy as it did for us.