Do you remember when there were no boys?
We were in love with boys we didn't talk to
In love with boys who really were kinda mean
But we were in love. and obsessed. and it was fun.
Remember when it wasn't serious.
Remember when everyone asked us if we were drunk?
How we weren't scared to sing. How I wasn't scared of you.
Remember how we loved Coleman first, before he was popular. And do you remember when I'd sit on top of the refrigerator to write you letters.
Remember how we invented summer?
Remember how we'd run around in rainstorms.
Back when rain was warm.
And running wasn't just for athletes.
We went running down the summertime streets wearing Lone Peak choir robes, running at night, because we love to feel like Harry Potter, but we don't have to be Harry Potter. Remember that?
Remember how we'd run around in rainstorms.
Back when rain was warm.
And running wasn't just for athletes.
We went running down the summertime streets wearing Lone Peak choir robes, running at night, because we love to feel like Harry Potter, but we don't have to be Harry Potter. Remember that?
Remember when we both forgot how to eat?
When we were so skinny- wait, we still are skinny.
But remember how if I thought I was fat for two seconds you would've slapped me and told me to say ten good things about myself.
toes, cheekbones, calluses on my feet, cheekbones, "nice butt", cheekbones, freckles on my lips, cheekbones, my man voice, cheekbones, "no, it's just naturally sexy", cheekbones, cheekbones, cheekbones
Remember when it was all simple.
when being called 'princess' was all I needed to get me excited.
Remember when nobody called us whores. or sluts. Remember when nobody meant it.
Remember when nobody called us whores. or sluts. Remember when nobody meant it.
Remember how I was never scared.
Our friends would give me things to say to you that they were too scared to say themselves,
because I could say anything and you'd agree, because you loved me that much more.
You still make me laugh because you love to rip people's head's off.
Remember when we were free?
When nobody would worry about what I was doing when I'd sneak out the windows.
Everything was a movie.
But only sometimes I'm sad real life had to happen.
The summers ended and slowly, I ate lunch alone. Behind the trailers in my cement wonderland.
Remember me?
Remember when I loved you.
I will always love you.
4 comments:
I'm writing a book this summer about a world where the boys are going extinct.
Your opening lines reminded me of that.
I like your writing.
Consider this your invitation to the summer blog series.
Visit writersparis.blogspot.com if you're interested.
#summerblogs
My biggest high school regret is not getting to know you better.
Remember how we invented summer?
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