I just lay there above her, peering at the dangling stem the past had to present. I just sat on the puffy leather couch with my hand sloughing the air between her breasts to pamper the skin of her soft brunette neck. She pet the hairs of my arm, swaying her hand to my hand at once, and up to my lips at others. And all I could think of was that it may be too good.
It is quite odd how life can be transient at times. If it is too easy, if it is too good, if it is too compatible, it is a heck of a dream. And an alarm always awaits.
I can still taste the salts of her tears, her moaning misery over the heart she just buried deep down in her breaths. The time she spent holding my shirt and pinching some of my skin with her eyes against my core. I still feel her lips crawling and mumbling against the many many portions of her past. Her head against my shoulder, her smile before my day, her gasps along my details. And I smile. I smiled but we were already overlapping in a thought lap that engulfed her into the bear barrel of my mirror situations. She saw her in me. She stepped in, and I let her. Then, I loved that I did.
After many times together, after numerous boxes of milkshakes and knitting words together, things started to change. She missed me now. She missed me madly. We no longer said " What's up". We spent overnights talking about dreams, food, sex, magic, science and, well, other spooky stuff.
I never expected to find what I had anytime soon. When I did, I thought I did not want to let go. But summer is gone, now. And honey, somethings are just too good to last. She is not ready yet. She cries the same way she laughs because she remembers the same way she anticipates. She knows she wants herself more than anything now.
Summer is over now. Her last of the philosophy books she was reading is in her box next to her shampoo and body lotions. She's packing up her details away but one of her hair pins and a handful of words. She is taking away the last of the hot summer whiffs. She is stacking her life in her backpack. She has to leave now.
