I dreamed for weeks that we would sit on the same bench at goodberries. Time after time, I imagine what it would be like for us to sit next to each other, our legs or shoulders touching.
A small act of love, but something to ground us in each other's presence, even when we have company.
I'd shake my leg, as I often do, and she would give me that look that says stop. I would blush and apologize, I was honestly just filled with energy, excited to be so near to her.
Audrey's just lucky I hadn't started whistling yet. Even though, with time, I think she's grown to love it.
I love how we had unofficial assigned seats. Hers was next to mine and mine was next to hers. There's no one else I'd rather sit by. If she couldn't go to goodberries, I had very little motivation to go myself.
Audrey made it that much more fun.
If we returned to senior summer, I would rub her back a lot more.
Place a reassuring hand on her leg.
Nuzzle her with my shoulder to get her attention when I wanted it.
I'd say her name, just because I like the sound of it.
I'd try her ice cream and offer her some of my own.
I'd sit on the right side, so that we could take a selfie. She likes to be on the left.
I'd take more videos and pictures. Even though I already have some I want more.
If I felt bold enough I'd put my arm around her
Or plant a kiss on her cheek when I thought no one was looking.
Or her neck.
Or her ear.
I'd whistle her favorite songs.
And drum on my lap while she hums.
If we went back to senior summer. I'd show her all of my love.
