The last days of summer in the city we grew up in. We haven't exchanged anything other than glances for 10 years. After all these years, we have nothing left to say to each other.
I walk down your grandfathers street. I still hope that you will walk through that door, your tan skin, your faded old blue jeans, a white t-shirt. To run my fingers through your unruly hair, feeling your smile when you kiss me. To hear how beautiful I am, and that my lips are the softest in the world. Seeing your eyes light up when you think of a funny idea.
But we weren't ready. No matter how much I wanted us to be. Despite my 16 years I was still a child. I didn't mean to hurt you and treat you bad. You deserved so much more. Now it's too late, not long ago we had a chance to start over. But now it's too late.
I hope you're happy, I really do. I hope she gives you everything I couldn't. But I hope that someday you will think of me and think of all the nice things. Because we could have been better.