and we made wishes on dandelions that we'd stay together forever.

but even dandelions die. 8/3/09.

the green of the leaves was like nothing i'd ever seen before.
summer hadn't hit yet, but the warmth of the sun was far from scarce.
your hair was as soft as your kisses,
especially the curls i wrapped around my fingers.
your voice gave me the feeling of coming home after a long,
overextended stay in an airport because of
delayed flights or some other headache-inducing bullshit.
the gentle sway of the hammock lulled me to a peace,
as i breathed in the moment.
inhale love, exhale pain.
it's always been you and me.
me and you.
i've made my mistakes, so have you.
but we always forgive, we always come back.
i sometimes find myself thinking about fate,
and you make me want to believe in it.
i love you.
i always have.
ever since that day when you held my hand as we ran in the rain.
and we talked about the color of the sky.
and from then on it was your favorite color.
and you were my favorite person.
i am never okay when you're away.
i spent months without you, and the pain dulled,
but never went away.
when you came back, and we laid under the green of the trees
and we sang to each other...
i can't explain what happened that day.
if i were to ever put a time on repeat to relive forever,
it would be that one.
our lips resting together, whispers sometimes slipping
out of random things that came to mind.
eyes closed, when they weren't locked on each other.
limbs tangled in our nest.
a peace i had never known.