Yeah, I did and I still do.

Now there isn't anymore flower picking or garden harvesting.
We ate all the spiders and exoskeletons of the cicadas. I can't believe you did that! I'm glad you didn't find another spider but I'm sad that you didn't find that spider and kiss me. Like we promised.

We didn't drink whiskey but you bought and lost my PBR. I found it in the fire pit. Its that place where everyone spoke the truth. We shared meals stories pot tobacco and laughs.

Every minute I guess what you all are up to now. Everyday was quite the same yet unbelievably different. This new place feels like prison it isolates me and my emotions. I never thought I'd hate being alone in such a place. It's torture. Now the cobwebs have been replaced by falling ceiling paint, the footsteps in the hall are now a cat clawing to get in, our acoustic music died for silence. The scent of you and the others is now a pungent odor of feline ****. The meals are grand but they lack the taste of love.

I am sad all of that beauteous magic is gone.
RosaElaPilarGoens RosaElaPilarGoens
18-21, F
Aug 24, 2014