I know how this story ends, I've memorized it backwards, forwards and sideways.
But I can't hardly remember the beginning.. I only remember it in flashes.
Goddamnit, I hate those damn flashes.
Flashes of smoked cigarettes smashed into the sidewalk outside of my favorite café.
Flashes of sand clogging up my shower drain.
Flashes of salt water crashing against the rocks of Myrtle Beach, washing away all the discarded tears that have been shed there.
Flashes of drunk dancing and melting sunrises being watched from the roof of my house.
Flashes of hideous red tuxedos and ugly floral printed everything.
Flashes of being kicked out of places, falling asleep in ditches, and flashes of him.
Flashes of his sad eyes, his guilty smile, his bad habits, and his flaws.
Flashes of his secrets, his mistakes and his broken heart.
Flashes of hotels and party's and half assed excuses to get ourselves out of trouble.
Flashes of his cologne, flashes of fire, flashes of chaos, and flashes of Carolina-to-Virginia smiles under the light of an empty sky.
You know, I'm starting to think I lied. I do remember the beginning, I just wish that I didn't.
