The smell of tangerine on your fingertips,
the unruly wisps of hair sticking out of your head,
the calluses on your fingers,
the smell of laundry soap on your shirt,
and the way you already know that i’m about to cry even before the first tear drop falls.
Those are the things that I love about you.
The way we were before wasn’t so complicated.
We were neighbors — our parents were friends, and so we became friends. We were children then, and before we knew it, we graduated high school.
It just felt so natural then — so right — that we would inevitably progress into so much more.
Our parents were happy — why wouldn’t they, when they probably spent years of their lives making it so that we would eventually end up dating each other?
But I swear it was none of their poking and prodding that made me say “yes” so loud when you asked me that one time, “Do you think we would have made a good couple?”
I know you were surprised by my abrupt answer — and the fact that it was genuine and that I said it without any second thought— but I was just as surprised as you were. It just felt like it was the truth, you know?
