Apple juice dripped between the seams of my fingers.
Cold chills ran down my spine and I wanted to hang onto something, but nothing was within reach.
My memories got the best of me, but donβt these photos make it look great?
Sparkly blue waters, freckles on your face.
I hope at the time I thought it was just the same. I lost track of the coffee trips, lips kissed and debts paid.
We made safe spots out of living rooms and bottles of wine something to wash down our problems with.
Blankets like bowls, would always be shared; I never thought twice about how much you cared.
More like family or lovers than friends- it would seem.
While we make messes of the night, the time stamps on our messages became less relevant and all that would be resolved was what bodies would be tangled at dawn, and then held up in the morning light and felt.