Direktlänk till inlägg 29 oktober 2014
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. She tastes like a diffrent flavor of bubblegum than your used to. She opens up a book, that you had read in high school, and a folded photo of us falls out of chapter three. Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap inevitably, she asks, and you tell her
” i dated her a while back”
You don’t say ” sometimes when i’m holding you i imagine the smell of her vanilla parfume.
“She was younger than me”
You don’t say ” the sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered, you say
” it’s nothing now. You don’t say
- but it was everything then