i was too busy to look back at anything, but it turns out that those carefree, uneventful days were truly the most beautiful time.

our memories will be preserved in jpeg files and archived chat messages.

the fear of losing something ends when you finally lose it.

someone still checks the weather in your city.

i hope one day you find me in a grocery store i'll have new tattoos
but my perfume will stay the same our eyes will lock
while i stand beside an aisle of fruit your heart sinks to the ground and i'll lose my voice all over again
we will laugh about how long it's been and you will apologize for your immaturities
i'll wish you well
and before you're on your way
i'll remind you to not feel guilty
because after all we were only 17.

and maybe forever was a word meant for memories, not people.