and now it's winter, and
i wish i knew
what you meant
when you called me
beautiful
that one time.
did you feel
like i did?
it was summer then.
was it so different?
but if it wasn't, then
why do i not love you
anymore?
and if it was, then
what has changed?
and how did i not notice it changing?
sometimes
i forget
if what we had
was real.
and then i remember
that it was,
and it's like,
woah.
i think.
