Here today, forgot tomorrow. Oh, here besides the news of holy war and holy need ours is just a little sorrowed talk

It was a year ago that i stood, toes buried in the sand, ankles wrapped in warm water. It was a year ago that he talked to me of what i could expect from life. It was a year ago that we lay in those chairs, wrapped in each others arms, watching the shooting stars and he told me his fears. spiders and scuba diving. It was a year ago that he took my hand and walked with me on the beach, a year sinse he passed the vodka and laughed when i got that little bit drunker that little bit sooner. Its a year sinse i let him into my life, and a year sinse i let him go. summer love. axe and cigarettes. forbidden freedom. it doesnt feel like a year ago, if you had told me it was spring break i wouldn't argue. i can feel his hands, so much bigger than mine, i recall his kiss vividly, i remember how i shone with pride when the other boys asked if i was with 'that local', i can relive exactly how we felt when the others our age looked at us, a third in disguist, a third in disaproval, and a third in envy. i remember their faces when she told them exactly where they stood. I remember how i had to pull myself away each night and fight for as long as possible not to look back, and the joy when i finally gave in and saw him standing their, 3 floors below on a bridge watching me reach for my key. and i remember the tears in our eyes that last night. i gave him everything i could at that time, but how lucky I am to have had the sense to have kept the most important thing i didnt know i had. It's strange how quickly the years go by. I thought I'd never get over him, i thought he was the only love i'd ever have. I don't miss him, or want him, if i saw him i dont think id feel the same way that i did. time wears at experiences like the rain wears at mountains. its one of those sweet memories you'll have of your life. one of those things you tell your kids.