Day 1 of _______
By Alissa Mollett, 17, Illinois
I never imagined it would be this beautiful,
the sun falling gently into your tornado sky eyes.
We lie awake,
but still,
your fingers tangled in my hair,
my nose buried in yours;
You smell of rain and honey and peppermint tea
and home.
We counted down seconds until “someday”
and now we’ll celebrate every year after,
with traditions of trading “remember when…”s,
stitching together our moth-eaten memories,
authoring an autobiography
for only us to read,
always counting the years we’ve had,
and never how many we might have left.
I like to believe in a world where love that lasts forever still exists, and that I’ll get the chance to feel it.
