I keep calm admiring your lover.
I remember every little detail from so long ago. The way she turned the pages with such carelessness, and how she would sneak around with that boy and yell down from the second story window in the middle of the night like she was a star of that one movie. The way we would spend literally the entire day and night outside near that well, dreaming of what could be. By the end of the day, our feet would be stained black from all of the adventures we had gone on. We were a part of the grass and we were a part of the water and nothing mattered. I remember how we would climb onto the roof with eachother's help just because we felt like we were on top of the world, and a little closer to the clouds so we could make out the shapes better. I remember when we threw rocks at the giant spiderweb not knowing we were destroying something so beautiful and delicate. It's remembering times like that, that make me remember that fairytale boy. To never grow old is something I'm sure we've all admired. But then again, when you grow older you learn so much. I learned my lesson today; not to get my hopes up. My ankles are all bruised and i can feel the sweat starting to form, and I haven't been this way since those days. But this all symbolizes something, doesn't it? Pretty soon i will be leaving this town and I won't be looking back for awhile, and when i return i hope to start getting my feet dirty again.