wrote this piece while sitting in the fred meyer's parking lot when i was in love. circa november 2019.
i remember waiting for my parents while they went inside to look for pie to bring to thanksgiving dinner. my boyfriend at the time was taking a nap and, while i missed him and wanted to shower him with affection, i remember being completely content with the fact that we would have all the time in the world to show each other love and attention. the realization that i had finally found my person + the realization that we'd wake up from naps every day for the rest of our lives to each other made my heart burst with feelings i thought only existed during summer time. i ended up being wrong. but i still visit that memory and that feeling and it warms my heart just a little bit. the end of my first love doesn't invalidate the warmth i felt. this piece is dedicated to that whole emotion.✨
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