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He was the fireworks in the sky during the summer; the town that she visited every year and the ice cream that dripped from the cone, melting in the heat.
He was the cool water she plunged into after jumping off the dock; the warm sun glistening on the lake and the iced tea meeting her lips, refreshing her after a long day.
He was the hug goodbye after three months of fun; the finger pushing back a strand of hair hanging in front of her and the kiss before she stepped away from him.
Now, he’s a photo album she looks through, a song that comes on the radio bringing her back.
He was the cool water she plunged into after jumping off the dock; the warm sun glistening on the lake and the iced tea meeting her lips, refreshing her after a long day.
He was the hug goodbye after three months of fun; the finger pushing back a strand of hair hanging in front of her and the kiss before she stepped away from him.
Now, he’s a photo album she looks through, a song that comes on the radio bringing her back.