It's fall again.
But suddenly it's spring.
I'm back there with you,
on one of those walks you always begged me to go on.
We're on a wooded trail and the light, well, you're beautiful.
You always are.
I can see it all still, feel it when I close my eyes.
I remember thinking that I don't know how I got there.
Not there as in the trail or the woods or the pretty little bridge we're crossing.
But there, with you.
It sounds cliche but, it's that thought that keeps nagging me.
That little thought that I'm lucky to be here with you.
I close my eyes again and the breeze is flowing through your hair.
We're just kids standing on that bridge.
Older kids, but kids nonetheless.
Thinking back now, we're practically different people now.
I just have this memories of two strangers in love.
The love is the thing that is still the same.
At the same time, it's changed too.
Through all the long nights and longer days.
Through all the text messages and long distance calls.
Through every fight and every laugh.
Every kiss.
There's been a lot of pain, but the growing kind.
Like the ones when you're little and learning to be big.
I can't say when the growing stopped and the learning began.
When we realized this thing, this lighting between us, was real.
Isn't it a funny thing that we fought a hundred hundred times,
yet, if you asked me to name a single cause of all of them...
But I remember this moment in the sun with you so perfectly.
Maybe it's because a boy started seeing a woman,
and maybe he knew he needed to be a man.
Maybe he knew he'd need to be.
I'm back in that moment because I'm scared.
I think you are too.
I'm scared of trying and I'm scared of failure.
Yet I know you still love me, even when
to this day, I still **** the little things up.
I feel like I've gone to war with you.
And against you.
I've bled with, for, and because of you.
I've been ashamed to reveal my truths,
and proud to show you a lie.
I've been broken at your feet,
and rebuilt with just your voice.
I've braved a thousand stormy seas with you,
some of my own commission.
I've done all these things, and I'll do more.
Even though we're so far from where we came,
and no where close to where we'll go,
Even though we aren't the people we were,
maybe not even the people we want to be,
Even though these memories will fade to dust,
and the dust will blow away...
I will always, always love you.