forty-six
So, yeah, you know how after you make out with something you leave with a taste in your mouth? it's not a bad taste, or even a good taste. it's just there. foreign in your mouth. different than anything else you've ever tasted. It just kind of lingers there the rest of the night. not a good taste, and hopefully not a bad taste. just there. Sometimes i wake up with it. not a good taste or a bad taste. just someone else's spit in my mouth. eat breakfast. still there. brush teeth. still there. run your tngue over your teeth and taste it. remember. Remember his hand brushing your cheek. feel his fingers in your hair. feel the pressure of his body agaisnt yours. the wind rushing through. everything you thought you'd forgotten. everything you thought you got over. it all comes back in this instant. And now, there he is, no more than two feet away from you. he doesn't see you, he's not looking your way. his blonde hair falling into his face. his strong arms lifting. stretching. you would like to go up to him and say hi. it's been so long. you see, i moved while we were still going out, so it didn't end on bad terms. just ended. i wanted to talk, to have him notice me. not to get back together with him. just to check in. it's funny, because for no reason at all, you can't get him out of your head for the past couple weeks. and then there he is. my parents were with me in the mall, so i couldn't run over to him. I saw him a couple days ago too. he works at PacSun now, but i was with my real mom, so, again, i couldn't say anything. now i can't get him out of my head. i'm going to go brush my teeth again.