Do you remember…

The store on the corner of broad and high where we used to kick it? Straight up you and I every summer we’d lay in the street late at night waiting for cars to run us over trying to feel alive. Talking about never getting old and wishing our parents would stop fighting. That silly little corner store where I bought us our first pack of cigs with my brothers ID. Shit, the times we had. I remember tasting that night air and thinking these moments wont last forever.

5 years later and here we are. Middle of the friggin’ road. Swearing, crying, kissing, holding, and squeezing. Promising forever.

Those  window panes stained with our face smears. Pepsi machine. Old Harry Thomas the clerk. That first time we held hands in public.

Our love is like no other.