Round glasses. High knee boots. Half-used lemon flavoured soup. The sound of crickets on a silent road, everything reminds me of you.
Serendipity, you were my serendipity. Before you, I was me. You made me a better me but I became my best me when you left.
You were like sad lyrics with low guitar strums, dark but for reason, it was hard to stop listening.
But I did. That was a blow but it doesn’t mean that you weren’t my best serendipity because you introduced me to me. I’m a sunflower who can never be a rose.