Remember me giddy with butterflies in my stomach as we spent nights near the field I grew up playing at – a spot to call our own. Nights where we talked and laughed so much my cheeks hurt but I never wanted the night to come to an end.
It would never fade away.
I hope it heals the pain that he caused you.
Sometimes I think adulthood is forgetting everything that made me whole.
It’s where your heart beats, and your mind grows.
The absence of you is a curse and a gift.
We both had to get new sheets after that summer because they were all stained with fruit juice, wine, sweat, and summer could’ve/would’ve/should’ves.
We woke up the next morning to a make your own waffle bar.
You have a knack of making it seem like you and me are the only two people in the world.
I hate thinking that all that time and effort was nothing but favors to you.