I zone in on her blonde hair again. She must have dyed it last night with her sisters’ help, the secret “thing” Rose and Lily teased. Something about her choice to return to the shade she had when we met—it sends my whole fucking soul on an ascent. The nostalgia of first love—for both of us—flies to the forefront. Times where we raced faster and farther. Times where we slowed down with one another. And I see us in the sky. I see us in the sun and clouds. In the grass and trees. I see us in everything.
