subject line: summer's end.


Pittsburg, Pennsylvania

We were standing there staring out at our city as the rain came pouring down around us. The bright city lights shining behind you, reminding me that you would always be a little brighter than I.

You asked me, “Are you going to give me an ultimatum?” I said “No, I don’t want to because I know what you would choose.”

He didn’t have to respond to me because he knew it too. We both knew it. We have been romanticizing this idea of us. Of me and you. Of him and her. Of two, instead of one. We both know we can’t keep it up. Running around the city streets carefree and blissful.

The summer is slowly coming to an end and sadly, so are we.