it passed through my mind only briefly like an oil stain on water: shimmery, elusive, hardly detectable on that perfect summer day- perfect setting sun perfect soft breeze playing with our hair it was there, though, wasn't it, the goodbye, even in that perfect moment somehow we both knew what we could not put into words i knew, although i didn't think it would come so soon the parting, i mean the leaving behind it had been such a good summer boats in the harbour leaking fuel into the bay rainbows swirling together then drifting away side by side we dipped our toes and pondered these things that are, these things that were these things that never will be again
Love you so much. Miss you and our harbor talks 😢💛💛💛
let's get some earl grey dd's and walk out to the lighthouse again 🥲
Yesssssss 😍