September (Calum Hood)

''Of all the things I still remember
Summer's never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain

In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could've been
It was worth it in the end''

~
Two years. Two whole years since i last saw her, and now here i am, faced with the one person that knew me, that knew me from faults to addictions, and i was for the first time since September the nineteenth two-thousand-and-twelve, completely and dumbfound-ly speechless. But god was she beautiful.