“i love your freckles..”
“really?”
yeah I do…. I wish I could trail my fingers up your arms and count them.
you would laugh.
I miss you.
Megan
She had the loveliest freckles, seemingly infinite specks reminiscent of the night sky in the warmest summer nights. I only needed to close my eyes to picture them again. She definitely had something different. She was different. I’m not sure she ever knew who I was, though. Hopefully when I go back to my hometown this summer, I’ll finally muster the courage to talk to her. And learn more about the terrible tragedy that occurred in her house all those years ago.
“i love your freckles..”
“really?”
yeah I do…. I wish I could trail my fingers up your arms and count them.
you would laugh.
I miss you.
She had the loveliest freckles, seemingly infinite specks reminiscent of the night sky in the warmest summer nights. I only needed to close my eyes to picture them again. She definitely had something different. She was different. I’m not sure she ever knew who I was, though. Hopefully when I go back to my hometown this summer, I’ll finally muster the courage to talk to her. And learn more about the terrible tragedy that occurred in her house all those years ago.