Hello stranger. I can still remember exactly how you sound when you say that. How lucky am I to have had the romance of a lifetime? Seriously the shit you read about in books. Thank you for that.
White button downs that smelled like you. Midnight in the hay loft. Running to your car in the pouring rain. Driving to fast down dark roads. All those hours spent wrapped in each other and there was nothing else in the world. That sly half grin. You were everything,
I drive by the barn sometimes but you took the magic with you.
When you’re 47 and single people assume you’re bitter and you don’t believe in love. Can’t every happen because there will always be you.
My Mom finally asked me once years later why I didn’t marry you, Because I loved you.
Just thinking about you today.
