The times under the warm sun.
The times as the rain pelted down hard on our shoes.
The times with the gentle breeze brushing softly against our skin.

Do you feel it?
Did you felt that fuzzy feeling in your stomach as you recall those times?
Can you picture those times we laughed together till we had tears in our eyes?
When you were red in the face, pissed at some thoughtless comment I blurted and then you were okay after some time?

Fun times, fun times.
But the weather changes as much as we do.
Everything washes away to the drain.
Everything evaporates under the heat.

~kty