Creative Mélange The Wander Issue | Page 58

I remember how I didn?t ask for permission but st ill kissed you anyway, how you rubbed your t humb on my palm every t ime we held hands, how you helplessly st ared at me when you forgot what t o say and in t hat moment , I knew I was falling in love. I remember t he road t rips we t ook t o L os Angeles, Florida and Seat t le, t he feeling of your hair t ouching my skin, t he polaroids of us under sunset and t he warmt h of you serenading me t o sleep. I remember how I gat hered all of my courage, asked you t o move in wit h me on our six mont h anniversary, and you said yes. I remember how your goodbye kisses every morning and hello kisses every aft ernoon became one of my favorit es, how I felt joy just by wat ching you read by t he windows, how your lips curled when you focused and how I woke up next t o you and felt like I had t he world. I also remember how you want ed t o go see a new museum, a rest aurant or a mall downt own and I was t oo lazy t o get up, how long of a pause before you agreed t o move in and how bad you loved t he fut ure plans t hat I never got t he t ime for. I was just t oo blind t o realize. I remember how your eyes saddened every t ime you looked out t he windows and up t o t he sky, how you sighed right before falling asleep, how you slight ly pulled away when I hugged you t oo t ight and how your past st ories became your present happiness. 59 58