• A picture of You

    by  • July 22, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Lost Love • 0 Comments

    There’s a picture of you from this summer. When I think of you I have to look at it. You look so perfect. Like everything I imagined before we actually met. You looked at me the way you used to, back before you knew who I really was.

    I miss those days. When you would play the guitar for me when we were both bored and I should have been doing my homework. When I would rush back to my room after class just to see if you were there.

    Then this summer came and changed everything and you were finally here. Suddenly, YOU were my summer. My road trips, my parties,my my fourth of July, my late night swims, my hot summer nights. You were all I thought about and still think about now.

    That night we were drunk. I still can’t decide if it was a mistake or not. I don’t regret it, like the way I know you do.

    You were awkward and tall. You smelled like alcohol, cologne, and sweat. It was amazing. You weren’t a good kisser but, your lips felt perfect with mine.

    Then you left. You had your time, your summertime American adventure. Life was waiting for you.

    I’ve fallen for a man that lives 6,000 miles away. And there’s nothing I can do or say about it. The only thing left is a few tokens of our summer, the experiences you gave me, the laughter we shared, a few empty bottles and a picture of you. A picture I will hold in my heart, forever. Thank you.

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