photographs bring unwanted memories and remind me of us

So its been 2 years.

you probably don't think about me anymore - you probably stopped thinking about me a while ago.

I'll be honest, I stopped thinking about you too.

But the weather in March and April and May reminds me of you.

Of your cologne.

The icy wind and warm sun remind me of your smile.

I was looking at pictures from 2019 and your face decorated my gallery.

I expected the familiar icicle of pain in my chest -

but all I remembered was the feeling of laughter bubbling up -

the combination of nervous excitement and comfortable silence.

Time seems to have worked.

Anyways, I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you for showing me what love felt like.