Rewind five weeks
And you'll find me sitting across from my favorite strangers and our sixth bottle of wine
After jumping from restaurant to restaurant,
Telling our secrets through questions only the bold and drunk could ask without flinching

Fast-forward to yesterday and you'll find
20 teenagers only three weeks away from becoming college students
Downing shots of vodka with oreo chasers,
Falling off swing sets and dancing in the ocean
In an effort to make life a little sweeter and summer last just a little longer.

Rewind four weeks and you'll witness a plane ride huddle
Where we clutched each other's hands and giggled out our inside jokes through teary goodbyes
Perhaps thinking that if we held on tight enough
We would never have to let go.

They're just my stories.
But maybe they'll change yours.

Know that much before you push away the nursery rhymes and let fate determine your future

Because, well, it's just so easy to fuck up a good thing.

So explore your truth.
I'll be waiting.

I am always waiting.
But you know that.

And memory?
I've learned that it's far too easy to hid there
With the people who let me.

But I know those people loved me.

I just loved them much longer.
I always do.
I've never been too lucky in terms of reciprocation
But I just can't bare to lose the part of myself they gave me.
So, I clutch on tighter.
Perhaps thinking that if I hold on tight enough
They will never let me go.