I'm Taylor from Texas.
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I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cause I’m too tired at night for all these games.
Just know I’m right here hoping
That you’ll come in with the rain.
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I remember thinking to myself, “I haven’t cried in weeks…” I wish I could say that again.
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12/13/10
Some say growing up is the hardest part about living.
You know… that day when you realize your old t-shirt is too childish to wear out anymore. Or even worse, when it no longer fits after fitting for seemingly the first nineteen years of your life.
Your twentieth birthday forgetting to have the word “teen” at the end.
That awkward moment when your favorite pair of jeans don’t hug your thighs as comfortably anymore.
Or when your Friday nights don’t don’t involve you in the jersey and the spotlight. The stands become your new headquarter and you become a spectator.
Waking up, in your new apartment, yelling for your mother because you had a scary dream. Then remembering she doesn’t sleep in the room next to you anymore.
Driving past your old high school, seeing unfamiliar cars parked where all your friends used to.
Or maybe your first grey hair… or permanent crease in your forehead.
I think growing older is the easy part, though.
Slowly, people stop expecting so much out of you.
Your able to blame your lack of a great jump shot, or a quick mile, on “not being in high school anymore.”
The best part of time passing is that memories get to somehow slip up on you when you least expect them to.
And the words to songs, you once loved, swim through your brain at the best times.
And even better, when they dance on your heart.
For me, memories are what keep the soul alive.
And for me, music is what keeps the soul young.
No matter your age, or financial status, or even profession can stop you from dancing in your mirror to your old favorite song.
You can always be eighteen, hair a mess, top down in Dallas traffic, pretending life could never break you.
And well… Love is easy to understand when you are singing along with the wind, at the very top of your lungs.
Memories… They always come back. Just like you… You can always come back. You are always only as old as you feel.
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