nineteen. on the nineteenth. years. i can still remember the day as if it were yesterday. walking onto a golf course on an ohio fall day and walking into the aura of a tall preppy boy.  my tall preppy boy.
i knew. he knew. i never looked back.

i look forward to seeing those baby blues walk through that door every night. my door. my baby blues. hearing the dress shoes against the marble floors. best part of the day. be still my heart. his smirk. his trademark raised eyebrow. all coming home to me.

some people say they would follow their love to the ends of earth. i can honestly say i have.


image here

No Response to "nineteen..."

Post a Comment

patterson estate All rights reserved © Blog Milk Design - Powered by Blogger