The days just get longer, the weeks drag out, then the months feel faster, and the years speed by. How many days has it been since the last time we’ve talked? How many times have my fingers hovered over the call button on your contact?
Maybe I just hope that you still think of me. That when she falls asleep next to you, your mind wanders off to me. I wonder if you wander off to the places we used to go. Climb the trees outside the school, laughing while we skip science class. Run down the hill outside the church when everyone else was praying. Steal your parents’ vodka and climb to your neighbor’s treehouse. Singing and slow dancing in the pouring rain, not scared of the thunderstorm.
I remember so many things, things we did, things we ran from, things we sang, things we danced to, things we rebelled, things we sinned.
Where did we go? The old us evaporated into the atmosphere.
— melancholycupofcoffee, aaliyah mara brycelynne hope elizabeth esperanza isabel