. . .

We met by chance because your friends wanted to party and you came along even when you didn't feel like it. You are gorgeous, but so is your possessive girlfriend who doesn't like you talking to other women. But then I see you walking towards me, with that crooked smile and a cigarette in your mouth, while I'm standing outside the nightclub, waiting for my boyfriend to finish kissing my best friend.

"Relationships are a hassle,"

Secret little encounter, the proximity of pristine emotions, skateboard injuries and bicycle rides, rainy nights, your face burns into my memory, "I'm a terrible person..."

I see the end to the chemistry we shared as we sat beside each other that afternoon with energy drink cans in our pale, sweaty fingers, just you and me under the Eucalyptus shade. Drying our sun-burnt bodies under the shade, I can smell your presence like the first time rain hits desert grains, my golden world runs azure and I looked at you,

And you were looking at me. I've never been good with feelings, then,
How do I know what you are feeling?