this morning #1210.

this morning, i pulled my favorite pic of him up on my phone. the one from that vacation we took to greece. breezy seaside. cobalt skies. his signature scarf flying behind him at shoulder height. smiling wide. oh those teeth. oh so bright. he always kept them so clean. i wish i could lick them one last time, i do. run my tongue along the surface of them. move on to the rest of his mouth. make out madly as the smell of sea salt air sets in our hair. i have to accept that we’ll never again feel the intensity of emotion we felt in that moment. that was a unique instant. peak relationship. no going back. that’s a fact. i suppose this photo is a perfectly fine reminder of what used to be though. it’ll have to do.