mucking out
i can see it already
things that, months down the line, are gonna remind me of you
stupid things.
bubble tea
horses
the smell of jasmine
ripped denim shorts
spring cleaning
they're you all over.
is it sad that i dream about you telling me you're in love with me?
wish i knew if, months down the line, these things will remind me of you
because i'm doing them with you
or because i'll be painfully alone again.
but i guess there's only one way to find out, hm?