I, remission and lingering doubt; you, a fever kiss on the shoulders. Dewy slick sunrises and nights hot with blushing lemonades and creatures chirp-singing their lovings.
Happiness is … spying a couple on Day 1 of their vow ’til death do us part.
After a few minutes, I was again 19 ditching morning classes with my boyfriend to make love and eat peanut butter and cracker sandwiches on the beach.
Water is for swimming with your boyfriend, coquettishly tossing an arm over your exposed chest and making that surprised Taylor Swift expression in slow motion after you lose your bikini top by accident on purpose- human things, not shark things.
Sunset at summer’s end. The best light for looking at the lighthouse.
You are not good with math, a little funny, close to your weight goal, almost there, pretty when you smile, a work in progress, runner-up, sort of shy, procrastinating, just a girl, better when no one’s watching, the last one chosen, overthinking it, ambitious, average, a slow reader, just not his type, quiet at parties, too loud, emotional, lacking stamina, too dark, in need of some color, a little damaged enough.