It almost feels like summer, breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes. It feels like Taking a stroll on National Mall, On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial. Playing Frisbee riding bike On the meadow in front of the Capitol.
My summer in the capital With you, him and her and them and myself alone
It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes
The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock. Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.
Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court Dipping toes in Reflection Pool
Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore Summer is a state of mind and so does love But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo
I am aware that relationships form. You date people but it won't always work out. You may like someone very much or even love someone but it won't always be returned. I'm aware that moving on is part of the process of healing your heart. I know that I can and will move on, eventually. But the main problem is: I just don't know when?