This is one of those times, those things, this is one of those places, where you remember moments and you can't see faces - all except for one that burns for you in the front of your mind - like a beacon outlined in fire - This is one of those times when your heart starts speaking, when reason fails in the face of strong feeling, one of those times when you know you could soon be over your head. This is one of those times where you sit and you breathe, and you tell yourself, he's nothing to me, because you know girl, if you don't, you'll just get left behind. This is one of those times where you're content with your time, because it was good while it lasted and maybe sublime - but you move on, move on, move out of his reach, and you just keep smiling at the flaming memories - so that the world doesn't burn out below you and crumble under your feet. Because that pure smile's gonna be a while coming, and if you're right and it's worth it, you can hit the ground running - but later, forever, when the words come from his mouth and not yours. (First)
(I will remember the way you looked this morning, no shirt, sunglasses, and your ridiculous hat. I will remember the way you say baby - if I don't get some coffee I'll die. I'll remember reading letters in the dark and your drunk guitar - I'll see the sun in your hair in the kitchen and your striped pj pants. I will remember your stupid grin on that harley, you knowing I'm pretty, and the easy way you can make me laugh)
(And that, all that (and more), will be enough.)
(For now.)
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