dear connor,
the first day i met you wasn't some special, life changing event. it was just that, the first day i met you.
it was a nice day outside, and the sky was the color that mothers paint their newborn boy's bedroom. clouds seemed to float across the air as if the breeze was pushing them along. sunshine rained down, warming my skin. my eyes were slightly closed, and i was soaking in the sun rays.
"photosynthesise often?" my eyes snappped open. in front of me stood a boy with a beaming smile and flufffy hair that fell into his eyes.
i think i forgot to breathe for a second or two. i think i forgot to breathe from that moment forward, actually.
