Post by lynnthetwin53 on Jan 31, 2023 23:36:44 GMT -5
January 31 2023
I think I’ll miss the memories from last summer the most. Staying up for an absurd amount of time playing 20 questions. Being giddy envisioning seeing you at the pool on the weekends. Hosting you for dinner every night that first week and sitting out on the balcony feeling so adored by you.
That man was someone worthy of adoration. Not quite so reserved to prevent opening up but mature and authentic enough to invite possibility. I couldn’t help but start to fall in love with you. And I couldn’t help but think you were too. It felt so real and unexpected and meant to be. You made starting over fun when I didn’t think it could be.
We never got to that dance in the rain. Didn’t take that cliche kissing photo in front of a pretty backdrop. I thought we’d have more time but I guess it’s pointless to picture what could have been. You’re not that man from last summer anymore. I don’t miss you nearly as much as I miss him. That version of you had so much potential. So much youth, not having anything to do with the fact that you hadn’t turned 30 yet. He was timeless.
Maybe the next girl will get that man for longer. You’ll never want to stop showing you care about her and can finally be happy. Maybe it was just us that didn’t work.
It’s still hard to picture you with someone else but I know I’ll see it someday. You may not be mourning but I hold onto the memories from our summer with a grip tight enough to open my own sticky lids. They’re all I have now that it’s winter.
I think I’ll miss the memories from last summer the most. Staying up for an absurd amount of time playing 20 questions. Being giddy envisioning seeing you at the pool on the weekends. Hosting you for dinner every night that first week and sitting out on the balcony feeling so adored by you.
That man was someone worthy of adoration. Not quite so reserved to prevent opening up but mature and authentic enough to invite possibility. I couldn’t help but start to fall in love with you. And I couldn’t help but think you were too. It felt so real and unexpected and meant to be. You made starting over fun when I didn’t think it could be.
We never got to that dance in the rain. Didn’t take that cliche kissing photo in front of a pretty backdrop. I thought we’d have more time but I guess it’s pointless to picture what could have been. You’re not that man from last summer anymore. I don’t miss you nearly as much as I miss him. That version of you had so much potential. So much youth, not having anything to do with the fact that you hadn’t turned 30 yet. He was timeless.
Maybe the next girl will get that man for longer. You’ll never want to stop showing you care about her and can finally be happy. Maybe it was just us that didn’t work.
It’s still hard to picture you with someone else but I know I’ll see it someday. You may not be mourning but I hold onto the memories from our summer with a grip tight enough to open my own sticky lids. They’re all I have now that it’s winter.