My hands begin to shake
as my thoughts run rampant
To all of the possibilities of what we could have been
Nobody had told me how much it would hurt
When my trip ended early
When all of the anticipation that came with knowing the destination
Was killed by distance
The waves would have flirted with our feet as we sunk our toes into the sand
Our pinkies intertwined and our smiles wide beneath the sun
I could almost taste that trip to Charleston
That I knew we would never really go on
Instead of the distance taking us there together
It grew between us
And that was the first time I fell apart