Title: The things I remember
I don't particularly like first person POV so I don't know why I wrote this.
I've kissed a french boy under a bridge in a gondola in Venice, Italy.
I've stood in the rain with my clothes sticking to my thighs and chest and didn't care if anyone saw or if my make-up ran down my cheeks, staining my blouse.
I've watched the sun come up on the beach in Maui while holding the hand of a blind man and describing what I saw.
I've sat in a café in France and watched a couple reunite and another breakup while I sipped a latte and ate a croissant.
I've written poetry on my shoes and ankles on a train ride through Holland.
I've sat in the dark, cigarette smoke hanging in the air and the sound of silence and kissed Ryan Atwood.
These are the things I remember the most.