Lying there in your arms on my bed
without a care in the world. Laying there
and pretending that maybe, for just one minute,
you were mine again and I was yours.

Our hands intertwined and sweet kisses
on the forehead let me know you still care. The way I
tickle your arm and nestle my head in your chest
drives you crazy. The way you wrap your arms around me
and pull me closer; the way you tickle my back makes me
melt while I'm lying in a dreamy,
semiconscious state with you.

What do you miss the most?
Oh god, everything. I miss a lot of things.
I miss the way you smiled at me like I was the only thing
that mattered in the whole wide world.

What do you miss the most?
I miss the connection we had that summer.
Me too. Me too.

If you could change one thing, do something
differently, what would it be?
I would fight like hell to see you more,
spend more time just like this.
How about you?
Hey, that wasn't in the rules.
Since when have I ever followed the rules?
I would kiss you more.

Do you remember our last kiss? I do.
I remember everything about it and it drives
me absolutely crazy.

It was hot outside, really hot, and I had to leave
but your car needed some work before you could
make it home. We said goodbye and I had turned away
to leave before spinning around for one last kiss.
God, that was incredible.

What happened to us?
And please, don't feed me any *******.

We don't even have to say a word.
You lying here with me is enough.

There's this boy
who can make me smile
without even knowing it.

A companion to spend
the cold, windy night with.
Whispering our dreams
of a better life.

A life filled with sunshine
and smiles, sweet serenades;
of music and dancing.

A sweet note to say hello and
a promise that we will escape.
Escape this life for a better one

California sounds amazing!

The chime of the doorbell rings.
The music pumps inside.
B.Y.O.B on the minds of the young, not so innocent.
There's not a sober being in the place.

Slurred shouting in the air;
booming laughter grabs attention.
Spilled Budweiser pools
in **** carpet and across acid wash jeans.
Burnt popcorn faces rejection.

The outside air smells of drugs,
useless banter and humorless jokes.
The smoke from the bonfire and filtered cigarettes
rises in plumes and hangs in a cloud
above the drugged out faces
after the Friday night football game.

The crushing silence of the ocean.
The harsh screeches of the gulls.
Long beaches stretched wide and open;
shells taken with the heavy pull of each wave.

The morning tide brings new treasures and leave
empty conk shells abandoned in the sand.
A quiet morning stroll yields promise of
a new day begun and a new beginning found.

Sunrises bring new songs to the skies and
the waves carry with them folk tales from distant shores.
There are new stories to be told and old stories to be found.

A message in a bottle brings a secret note to a lost love.
“To my dearest…” it begins
“Please forgive me…” is how it ends.

The television is on with the football game  
blaring from the speakers with people crowded around
screaming out plays, and insults. Jumping up and down until
the popcorn and beer a spilled and it's time for refills.

The kitchen is a mess. Packed full of chips and dip, pizza and coke.
It’s become a free-for-all. An all-you-can eat buffet.

Candles scent the air and lamps light the way
When you come, you won’t want to leave
Because it feels right. Because it fits.

It begins with a meltdown
Talk me down. Let me cry it out.
A kind word. The inquisition.

It ends with bubbles.
Spin me in circles. Make me laugh.
Thank you for caring.

Her tiny fingers wrapped in his big, dark palm and
the beginnings of dark curls and jade green eyes show
she's peaceful, content and at 47 minutes, 6 seconds,
with puckered lips she is already daddy's little girl.

Sandcastles, snow cones, olive skin and long legs come alive in
bodies full of belly laughs and funny faces.
It's summertime on the ocean for daddy and daughter.


She's sixteen with a stubborn streak, blue raspberry hair and tattoos.
Neither her first boyfriend or her first car last long because
she's a rebel, dances to the beat of her own drum and
she's just like him.

Red roses and a white dress on the beach at sunset welcome
family and close friends who come to watch a wedding,
and a dance. She'll always be daddy's little girl.