I feel like:
-New sunglasses
-A brand new pair of jeans
-Taking chances
-A lot like 17
-Windows rolled down
-New city streets in cabs
-I don't even care if anyone sees me dancing
-I can fly
-A heartbeat skip
-An open page
-A one way trip on an airplane
I could go on.
We all love Marc. And that’s one thing that’s never going to be in the past tense. As long as he’s fighting, I’ll keep praying. Heartbroken but in his corner always.