Around this time last year we were still trying to have picnics in the freezing cold. Still trying to eat sandwiches while our hands were shaking.
Around this time last year it’d been almost five months: but to us that meant nothing. Because to us, time was not a burden. It was not something we had to count on to assure that we loved each other.
I still remember how your sweat smelled like coconuts how you coughed when you were sleepy and how you kissed me at stoplights. I learned how to drive with one hand so that I could use the other to hold yours. This made you terribly nervous so instead every time we got in the car I just said, "touch me."
I drove so slow, Everybody on the road must have known that I was in love.
I miss the way you kissed my cheeks over and over and how after 8 months that still made my heart pound. I swear each kiss was a cocoon you buried underneath my skin because I can still feel the butterflies and I’m afraid I’ll only ever get them for you.
I remember when we were still trying to have picnics in the freezing cold. I’ll think of you the next time I hit a stoplight and remember when you begged me not to go.