its our first summer in the same state. i don't see you every day, but being in close proximity is enough for my worries to soften their edges. my memory is salt water, scorching sun, and your lips tasting of beer. a slight sunburn, enough for us to show that we were in the same place together for so long, but not burnt enough to hurt. laying in bed, the warmth between us radiating of body heat and our slightly pink skin. you kiss me, and it tastes like the espresso made for you hours earlier. immediate comfort, longing, and feelings of satisfaction follow. i am reminded that this is our only summer of 22, but at least i will remember it with a smile in my brain instead of smaller moments tinged with loneliness.
while everything around us changes, we stay almost the same. we are growing into our adult, personal selves and i wonder every so often how we went from 18 year olds trying to adjust to a new city, to being just as comfortable four years later in yet another new set of walls.
i love you more than I did then, and it will not stop there.
