Part 1
For some reason
When he remembers her
He remembers daisies
He remembers the zipper of her lips
He remembers the hem of her dress
He remembers the exact number of stitches it takes
To patch the hole in her self confidence
He remembers
The perfect proportions
Of her hips to her thighs
He remembers the melancholy sway of her hands
He remembers her
Part 2
If this were a love story, he would see her 4 months and three states away
Somewhere under a cherry tree
Or a bookstore
Or maybe on the beach
But this is not a love story.
This is a romance.
This is bit lips
And sweaty palms
And teeth
And nails
And "no"
There is a reason they call it falling in love
Once you hit that downward spiral
There is no stopping for air
It is confusion
And madness
And breathing so heavily it hurts
And in the end
Knowing how to let go
Is far more important than learning how to stay
You will miss the bass drum beat of his heart
You will miss the cocktail curve of her smile
You will miss pillow fights
And silly talks
And late nights
And midday walks
It is going to hurt like hell
But that's when you know
You're letting go
