We’d left the bar, heads blurred with the excitement of coincidence and beer and rum. I followed you around town, into the night, questioning our direction but going with it anyway. What else was I going to do? You were fun and an even better kisser. Beer was never my drink but I didn’t mind tasting it from your lips. We sat down on the dew drop grass and it dampened our jeans. Just you and me, prolonging the night, holding on to youth.
When it was dark you were everything I wanted, but as soon as the sun had risen and we had sobered up, I knew you weren’t the one for me. Forever, you will stay in that memory. All you are is a good story.