5:59 PM - like strawberry wine.
so, i saw him today for the first time since july 1st.
and it wasn't awkward at all like i figured it would be.
i figured it would somehow be like it was the first time we saw each other after 6 months.
but it wasn't.
he asked me where i'd been.
i told him at home.
he goes well just because your mom's sick doesn't mean you can't come around.
and i said well, i'm sorry.
i know that probably doesn't mean anything.
but of course, here i go again, hoping that it does.
thinking maybe that means something.
always thinking that maybe, just maybe everything that happens between us, everything that's said between us, means something.
it's sort of bittersweet.
it's like; i like having these feelings for someone, they tell me i'm human.
but, at the same time, i hate it because i don't think he feels the same way.
strawberry wine, seventeen
the hot july moon saw everything
my first taste of love
oh, bittersweet
like green on the vine
like strawberry wine.
location: Home
music: Deana Carter