All Too Well

Remembering a cold night, cold beers, sidelong glances through lowered lashes. Green eyes that make butterflies, leaned up against a fireplace waiting. A self-conscious smile and floating through a dark, wet street with a silly grin. Whatever it is and a dance in the dark, realizing that a foot out the door was pulled back in. Long drives and long talks and literal and figurative tsunamis that changed everything. Mountains and moments and knowing nothing would ever be the same.

Magic becoming misunderstanding, being broken like a promise, left crumpled in the name of being true. Ready to forget, but remembering all too well.

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