Meadow

I stumbled upon pictures of that sheer white cliff face only moments ago, the air i was breathing suddenly became lodged in my throat, unwilling to move. I thought of the endless rises and falls of that day, and the sheer perfection of it really. It couldn't have gone more beautifully, it was practically a legitimate feel good movie in the makings. I felt on top of the world, not only because of the breath taking peak we sat on with a chunk of cheese and salami, but the whole experience, the fox and burnt out tree, your darling comments, the way you swung me around your waist to carry me for being too quite. The hole to china and re-view mirror debates about eye color that almost ran us off the road, and then I'm laying on your lap and "see now they look green". That rock face swept me back in a wind of confusion in light of all that has happened since "maybe one day, you're pretty good in my book" and then out of the blue after what seems like an eternity but was only a month or two later "hey, wanna wash dishes tonight?...whatever...I'm going to hold this over your head for the rest of your life". So, you plan on knowing me for the rest of my life then do you? Were the chats on the days there following mere formality for calling me so out of the blue then? Or do you legitimately want to talk? Honestly, you're straight posh, you vain, self centered, lying piece of wonderful man(boy)human. I'll never know quite what to think of you, because I'll never know quite who you are I guess. I wish I knew you.

 For now, the air catches and for a moment I'm rendered breathless at the sight of that mountain. I'll never forget that day among countless others spent with you, and for those memories I am forever grateful. I wish you happiness, I wish you health, a good life, but for now, nothing else.