You remind me of that lipgloss you wore, remember when I was driving and as we sat at the red light? Your lips gently pressed against mine, laughing as we yet again got honked at for not immediately speeding away when the light changed color. The way you took your finger to wipe off the smeared gloss now covering my lips and continuing then to inform me you just had to do that..and THEN complain about reapplying it because,well, you just couldn’t let me have the last word.
You remind me of car rides and talking about everything and anything, you remind me of all the pretty girls who just love Samuel so damn much, you remind me of leather bound journals and ginger tea. You may always come and go as you please, but you’ll always remind me of that lipgloss.