Maybe our definitions of happiness are that different. But still, I am staying being the one who is fool. From the first rays of sun until the beautiful orange skies in the afternoon, still believing that at some point we would stop showing each other who’s the best, because at the end, I would keep telling that you are, to me.
I would lose myself thinking about climbing the highest building around us, shouting hellos to the airplanes that fly above our heads, or simply screaming names to whoever walking under the roof. We would eat dozens slices of margarita pizza and get drunk over certain cans of bubbling ginger ales only God knows how much. Then we laugh because we realize how childish we are right now. And I don’t regret it, at all. We would stop anyway, to talk about our precious childhoods and how amazing it would be if we could relive it over again.
On Sundays we would hit the beaches; laying on the sands while having the nastiest sun-bathing ever because it was 12 pm and the sunshine made me sick. You would smile, telling me thousands times it’s okay to tan my already tanned skin; making me ranting for the next days, but keep saying let’s go when you say let’s do it again. Sun burns really felt nothing compared to the scars we’ve given to each other.
You would dance immediately when you hear numerous types of songs I hate, but I’d laugh instead because you are that bad on dancing. Then I’d feed you a big spoon of my all time favorite coconut shaved ice that you loathe, but you’d swallow it anyway because shaved ice gives us brain freeze which is the thing we love the most during summer days, exactly like what slurpee does to us. We abhor things the other love, and that was never matters, until the ants inside our heads dine the wrong cells.
I always felt enough and complete, I guess you did too. Then all things stopped working the way they were, and we started faking everything we could, including laughs and hugs that were never unreal. Looks like we wrote our vows without permanent markers; because now they are starting to fade, as well as our faith on each other.
It just stopped at certain point,
like the radio signal on thunderous nights.
The last thing I saw was your back walking away,
and you’re never back.
Leaving me wondering around of how to operate these things you once promised to teach.
I would lose myself thinking about climbing the highest building around us, shouting hellos to the airplanes that fly above our heads, or simply screaming names to whoever walking under the roof. We would eat dozens slices of margarita pizza and get drunk over certain cans of bubbling ginger ales only God knows how much. Then we laugh because we realize how childish we are right now. And I don’t regret it, at all. We would stop anyway, to talk about our precious childhoods and how amazing it would be if we could relive it over again.
On Sundays we would hit the beaches; laying on the sands while having the nastiest sun-bathing ever because it was 12 pm and the sunshine made me sick. You would smile, telling me thousands times it’s okay to tan my already tanned skin; making me ranting for the next days, but keep saying let’s go when you say let’s do it again. Sun burns really felt nothing compared to the scars we’ve given to each other.
You would dance immediately when you hear numerous types of songs I hate, but I’d laugh instead because you are that bad on dancing. Then I’d feed you a big spoon of my all time favorite coconut shaved ice that you loathe, but you’d swallow it anyway because shaved ice gives us brain freeze which is the thing we love the most during summer days, exactly like what slurpee does to us. We abhor things the other love, and that was never matters, until the ants inside our heads dine the wrong cells.
I always felt enough and complete, I guess you did too. Then all things stopped working the way they were, and we started faking everything we could, including laughs and hugs that were never unreal. Looks like we wrote our vows without permanent markers; because now they are starting to fade, as well as our faith on each other.
It just stopped at certain point,
like the radio signal on thunderous nights.
The last thing I saw was your back walking away,
and you’re never back.
Leaving me wondering around of how to operate these things you once promised to teach.
