strawberry wine

"one restless summer we found love growing wild, on the banks of the river on a well beaten path, it's funny how those memories they last."

sometimes i wonder if you ever think of the warmth of our hands as we walked side by side admiring the flowers on the road the night that we met. the careless hours spent walking hand in hand pointing out the big dipper and the laughter shared when you spilt your milkshake down your shirt. if i close my eyes hard enough and dream now, i can still feel the wind blowing our hair and the intense rush of love that i felt for you in that exact moment. love, indeed it was...you never loved me like i loved you. for a year it didn't hurt to say that, not once. i built a wall of immunity the day you decided that i was not worth your time anymore. you walked away without ever looking back, not so much as a text to see how i was doing. for a year, it's been over a damned year...a year in which, i dreamed that maybe i was delusional. maybe, you would change your mind. maybe, you did in fact love me and long for the same things that i do. a whole year, a year in which life moved on without you. hard to believe, right? & out of the blue the texts start coming, the random "hi", the random "likes" on my facebook statuses that fueled the rage within me. really? with everything that we had been through. all you have to say is hi? and then the ignoring starts again when i say hi back. you got your fix. my number is still the same, now you know. not so much as a how are you? you never really were much of one to care about how others are though. still, that ounce of hope came rushing back for a second. does she want to be a part of my life now? does she stay up at night wondering who i am with and what i am doing? hold on here mandi, it was just a hi and so the strain continues life goes on as if i never existed to you as you haunt my mind at least once a day. only, it's different now. i don't wonder who you are with. i wonder how you are and can't get over the fact that a part of me will always love you. not just a part of you, everything about you until i am blue in the face. i constantly wonder if the next person that i love, will compare to the love i found in you...

all summer long, we were in - separable, running with the wind on our backs...


"My biggest fear was September, when{s} he had to go
A few cards and letters and one long distance call

We drifted away like the leaves in the fall
But year after year, I come back to this place

Just to remember the taste...

strawberry wine." - Deanna Carter

- MANDI