致远方的你

There's a picture of us sitting on my dresser . You're laughing , your head thrown back, hair flying wild in the wind.I'm standing next to you, my arm slung across yourshoulder, smiling at the camera, an oversized pairof sunglasses hiding my entire face. In that picture, everything waseasy. We didn't have dreams pulling us in different directions. Wedidn't have love telling us to stay, to go. We were rooted to the same town, the same school. We didn't yet understand the luxury oflazy summer afternoons eating snacks and watching the sunset, ourlegs kicked up in lawn chairs. We didn't know how hard it could beto be so far apart.