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?