Somehow, tonight, the sky is a dark periwinkle blue. The street lights are standing out so much brighter and the smell is summer rain. It’s too cold for a tshirt, cold enough to wear a sweater; but not for you.
I know this is wrong, everything I do is always wrong, but it feels right. Having someone back in my life that promotes happiness and love. It’s the way you lean up against walls and wear your stupid shirts, with your muscles bulging like that, and the fact that you are so nice. You’re an oxymoron. And that’s what is so interesting to me.
I tried to catch you today, but you were gone. That was probably for the better.
This is such a familiar place that I am in. Two years ago feels like yesterday, and you’re a secret again.