a life in words

bubbles

isn't it funny how a memory as simple as chasing bubbles on the beach can still be so sweet?

in the midst of the mundane,

and the chaos,

and the constant feeling of heartbreak,

i can still remember watching you run to pop all the bubbles,

and your smile was as wide as a mile,

i think that might have been the night when it all clicked for me,

i wanted to chase bubbles with you forever,

and dance in the kitchen at 3 am,

and laugh so hard that our stomachs hurt,

and we think we should have abs afterwards,

i wanted to act like a kid with you for the rest of time,

because for me to fall into that part of myself,

the part that smiles so big my gums show,

the part that laughs so hard and loud that i cant hear the voices in my head,

the part that forgets 20 years and remembers the freedom of 5,

i dont show that part of me to everyone who crosses my path,

but you pull that part of erica out so easily,

somehow you always know what to say,

or do,

and i guess that all started with chasing bubbles on the beach with you.