Life has been better with him; life is so much better since him. He can make me feel like the main character of a high school rom-com drama aired every lazy afternoon of summer. like I was a teenager girl—a purely innocent soul meeting love for the first time, again. Maybe that's the first impression he wrote in my head back then. There was this perfect narrative of a connection of two souls that met late in the summer night, both trying to get some fresh air—or more likely, both trying to see stars—and each other's eyes gazed. That's a narrative from a thirteen-year-old innocent girl, by the way, unknown for the life coming through her way.
If this lifetime would turn upside down and decided to let me introduce to an idea of love again, I wouldn't want it anymore. For years I have been content with a love I have believed in—the love that I create in my head when he's around. The smell of summer is nostalgic for me—a nostalgia of scenarios we've shared. Perfectly captured by my own young eyes—golden, vivid, and magical.
The first time I laid my eyes on you? It was like a music video we are all playing in the year two thousand sixteen. I was in love, a girl that has no idea of the harm brought by hazardous living things.
