And it all fades so terribly nicely into two fine brewed coffee, sugary rain on the pink long gone streets and properly wild yet mild chaos. Little endearing moments of you. Ink marks in my brain, a heavy poetry dropping over me. Like Selena songs played on loop. It’s a far away that seeps into my heart, but it’s so close and I can almost touch it.
I squeezed your sorrow into rosewater, sprinkled it all over the cherry blossom trees you love so much. You’re looking into my hazel brown eyes, saying that I have the most beautiful eyes, like everything around you was dreadfully dead, I was the only person alive. Somehow, that look of nectar made me feel more alive than ever.
It goes into brief pictures of us laughing about the past that used to cause us anxiety. It is a transition so nostalgic and wonderful. Pausing the seconds, reading the line all over again. Wandering through crowds. Eating fries in an earthy restaurant downtown.
So there we are, smiling from ear to ear while watching the sunrise. It looks so painfully good.
The sudden flashes of us pop in my head every now and then.
You should see them.
They fill me with this feeling of blissful affection I can’t help but hold onto.
I always do.