Eugene

Flashbacks of you hit me like coastal fog when I’m doing 75 on the freeway. Images of your smile haunt me like a shitty dream just a few minutes before my alarm goes off. Your memories sit in the back of my mind like a juvenile delinquent in the back of the class.

You used to get so frustrated with me when I spit my rendition of the truth. “Look,” you’d tell me. “Honey,” you’d beg me.

No matter what you’d say, no matter how tight you’d squeeze me, or how many kisses you could fit on one cheek- I knew. I knew our time was limited. Limited by my temper, limited by my attitude, my patience, my self-worth.

From the moment I met you, I knew I was too hot for you to hold.