things that i will forever associate with you:

cigarettes
and autumn,
tropical storms,
and dawns that always bleed

aimless walks,
and running in the rain,
and maybe volleyball (but only sometimes)
(when the sun isn’t too hot and i have bubble tea in my hands)

as well as:
lazy dates
inappropriate jokes
and maybe girls with countries for names
and oh yes, the question are you mine?

because when it comes down to it, my heart still races when you smile at me, and as much as i swear that it’s all just nostalgia and wistfulness, you’ve settled so deep into my veins that there’s no getting you out anymore.