10-10,

I often sit late at night and wonder: what would have been, if we had done everything that we did - just 3-4 years later? It probably still wouldn't have worked out, since we are pretty different people. But I bet it would have lasted longer still.

But by God, was it good when it lasted. Pretty good, I should say. I remember your freckles, your moles. I had so much fun kissing those. I remember hot summer nights. And cars, and rooms, and dances, and rivers, and TV. And looking at you. And..... I do not remember much else. We didn't really do anything else.

We are so different now.

But sometimes late at night, I sit and wonder. I remember how you felt, and how we kissed for hours sometimes. How our breath quickened, and our hearts flipped, and the hunger inside.

And something inside of me still grabs my throat and does a flip. And I still lose my breath for 2 seconds.

Even after all this time.

Even though it wouldn't work out - and you and I both know it. Our lives have taken us to such different places now.

But when I least expect it - Flashes - come back to me. So bitter-sweet, and unfair, and so nostalgic. All at once.

Goodnight, 10-10.

Fondly,

Your once upon a time Summertime, 20-12.