There was
something about the music and the breeze and the tall windows that
day that made me feel euphoric. Something about watching strangers
walk by, determined steps and straight faces. What were they thinking
about? The music seemed to match the scene; slow and solemn but full
of beauty.
There was
something about the way you looked back at me when I glanced over to
watch you eat your bag of Munchies. Were you enjoying it?
How have we
gotten here? This was also a question I often asked myself. It seems
miraculous to me. Travelled from land to sea to land again just to
find ourselves sitting right here in the grass with lemonade and
Munchies chips. Just to find ourselves touching fingertips
ever-so-slightly so as to not be seen.
Just
to find ourselves falling in love with the wrong person.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 8:09pm on Dec 28, 2024 via server WEBX1.