Today was a warm summer day with you.
Going from stores to stores laughing at each other while trying on different clothes that looked funny on us,
walking through the soft breeze next to the clear water along the bridges we ran across trying to reach the ice cream cart on days like this.
The happiest days were in white with you,
Your delicate fingers pasted to the bags of gifts we'd bought for each other,
your smooth hazelnut eyes creasing with an affectionate smile looking right into mine.
These white days were the best days.
Where your plump cherry lips fitted perfectly onto mine as we held hands across the table of a familiar restaurant we visited often.
For most people, white doesn't symbolize things like this, but for us,
it's all memories.
