Sometimes I think about
the things that have happened in
my life.
Mostly, that night I sat on
a rooftop with a boy.
God, I get butterflies just thinking
about it.
It was one of those perfect moments,
like you see in movies and think,
"Nobody does that."
But.. They do.
The lucky ones anyways.
He had his guitar and he said,
" I learned how to play a song
that reminds me of you."
"hey **, by the lumineers."
"Will you sing?"
He asked me so nicely I couldn't say no.
So, he started playing and I started to sing,
and it became this magical thing and I didn't even care about how bad my voice was,
because I was happy.
That song reminded me of him for months after he left.
I couldn't listen to it without wanting to cry.