And we will have our own infinite playlist one day. You'll be sweet enough to let me take up more than half of space in it for my favorite songs, and I'll be the one who always presses the "forward" button every time your song comes up. And we'll sit on the porch in our house, you with your cup of coffee and me with my own hot chocolate. We'll take a sip from each other's cup every now and then, my head rests on your shoulder where it always belongs, our hair as grey as the road, and our infinite playlist played in the background as the sun starts to set.
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