I had to hold myself back from screaming your name to the passing stars.Wishes may be for fishes,and I may be a child of the sea,but that doesn’t mean I want to fall for this, again. War is over,blah blah blah,soon, summer will be too,and they say that sadness is just a state of mind,but…

Your hand was full of hope, feeling unfamiliar in my own, but so necessary,so satisfying, as if it was something that had always fit there, but had never made itself known,and I kept your kiss and phone number on an old gum wrapper, because my mobile needed to nap,after snapping so many pictures of us.…