Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

Picture Perfect Memories

The last time you looked at me like nothing could break us apart,
was three months before you left me.
It was still warm out
and we had just started to worry about how quickly the summer was slipping away.
We stopped wasting our insufficient number of self-ruling nights and began talking until we no longer could.
Exhausting every single subject
we could think of.
I remember laying in silence
noticing the way you were looking at me.
How could I ever forget?
That very moment engraved in my memory along with all of my other memories of you.
I thought for sure nothing could ever hurt us.
That we could get through anything.
I guess I was wrong.

-Gabsviolet