going through old photos is like going through a time machine. suddenly waves of emotions flood my mind, and i can remember the smell of her house, what we ate, the music we listened to. i remember mostly christmas lights, and arcade fire, fleet foxes, bicycles in the spring setting sun. there were bedroom floors and each others' clothes on our backs. i remember how we were our only ones.
there weren't boys, there weren't girls, there was you and me.
but now, of course, it's different. now there's romance, there's boys, there's instagram and people we want to please; approval of strangers. we ride in cars and buses, and barely touch our bikes. our hair is shorter, we wear makeup, and use the internet way too damn much.
we barely speak. i mostly see you through the cracked screen of my cell phone. i've forgotten your laugh, your hands, and the way you write letters perfectly with a smooth inked pen.
i was told this is an inevitable part of growing up,
but i'm wondering if maybe we just took a wrong turn somewhere.
but the sun is still in your eyes, and there's god in your heart. you've deservingly found love. and, hell, you know what you want from it. things i've wanted to become i've just recently found in you.
