Honestly, I don't know where to start.
He snuck his way into my life. I didn't realize his presence until it was right next to mine. Knees touching, a slight of hand, an exchange of breath.
I knew his name, he knew mine. Out of the nine months we had known of each other, we only really got to know each other during the ninth month.
Shared whispers at the dinner table
Promised love and consistency
It always felt like we were too late
I was crushing on him so hard. It was like when I was a kid and I jumped off of a swing for the first time. I'd never done it before, so I didn't know what to expect. I knew other kids did it, I saw them. The moment I disconnected from the plastic, my mind was blank. I'm sure I felt excitement, thrill, freedom, but also nothing. The next thing I knew I laid in the bark feeling like all the oxygen was suddenly sucked back into the trees and grass.
My glances over the shoulder proved me wrong
Because by the time my eyes made contact with your retreating figure
You were gone,
Lost to the shadows
During our last exchange a friend commented on how this party would most likely be the last time we would see one another. We hugged, but continued talking. Our friends said "Let's go, it's getting late." Another said "Wait, I have to go to the bathroom first. I heard that her sink is something to marvel at."
We waited to see if the bathroom was really someone extraordinary. It was.
He left the state a few days later.
YOU ARE READING
Life lessons and for the many more to come
RomanceDedicated to the boys who've made enough of an impact on my life to be written about. The seasons may change and we all become one with the earth, but you'll live eternally through words.
