i told you once that i fell in love so easily with an idea of a person. you didn't quite understand at that moment, and I'm not sure if you understand it even now because there's lots of things you don't understand, mostly about me. i told you that it happened in an instance, a pivotal moment where i knew of all the things that person could be to me, of all the things they could achieve in my life. it happened with you. there was a moment, there, between all the chaos in my life that i saw you and thought that you would be the one to save me. i was desperate in hoping that you could be that person for me and you were desperate too, and together that same desperate current took us away.
i had fallen head over heels in love with your potential, and you had fallen head over heels in love with me. I'm not sure if we knew this and continued in our lie anyways, or if we really were full wishful thinking. and then again, it wasn't a lie. not really. you had been my best friend, you had known me like the back of your hands. you traced the galaxy on the palm of my hand and, without words, told me that we were infinite. we were greater than our bodies, than even the universe.
there were moments when, my god, i would laugh until i cried. when i was stricken with something i couldn't quite make out, when i was free of my earthly body. there were moments when i thought i couldn't do without you, that i wouldn't do without you. moments when i thought that you really could have been it. the one. i had a lot of these moments, and after everything we referred to those moments as our summer days. we would forever speak of the good moments as the time when everything was lit up by the summer sun.
there were moments when you'd make me cry, and i felt a knot forming in my heart that i later wrote off as a figment of my imagination, as most things were. we used to fight, hard, until we were both thoroughly bruised. i would be more vindictive than i normally would, and you would be as brash as ever. we called these our winter days because they were marked by the coldness in our attitudes toward each other and the bareness that followed.
i always thought it was a funny coincidence how we bloomed in the summertime and wilted in the winter.
i had fallen head over heels in love with your potential, and you had fallen head over heels in love with me. I'm not sure if we knew this and continued in our lie anyways, or if we really were full wishful thinking. and then again, it wasn't a lie. not really. you had been my best friend, you had known me like the back of your hands. you traced the galaxy on the palm of my hand and, without words, told me that we were infinite. we were greater than our bodies, than even the universe.
there were moments when, my god, i would laugh until i cried. when i was stricken with something i couldn't quite make out, when i was free of my earthly body. there were moments when i thought i couldn't do without you, that i wouldn't do without you. moments when i thought that you really could have been it. the one. i had a lot of these moments, and after everything we referred to those moments as our summer days. we would forever speak of the good moments as the time when everything was lit up by the summer sun.
there were moments when you'd make me cry, and i felt a knot forming in my heart that i later wrote off as a figment of my imagination, as most things were. we used to fight, hard, until we were both thoroughly bruised. i would be more vindictive than i normally would, and you would be as brash as ever. we called these our winter days because they were marked by the coldness in our attitudes toward each other and the bareness that followed.
i always thought it was a funny coincidence how we bloomed in the summertime and wilted in the winter.
