He could be my right now

I used to walk up and down those streets. I thought I was happy.

Sometimes he would walk with me. We never held hands.

We didn’t need to.

I was eighteen. I still feel the cool desert air kiss my skin. I still see him in the glow of the street lamps.

bjensen8

 

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